Ghost had been sitting in his office for a few hours, filling out paperwork that was stacked on his desk. A week ago, you stopped showing up to the morning training sessions. You were struggling really badly with stress and depression and you ended up isolating yourself in your room.

You were the only person who could bring smiles to all the soldiers at the base, even with the coldest soldiers. Your feisty attitude and silliness managed to bring slight smiles to his face under his mask when he was watching you from afar or chatting with you.

And now, all he could do was watch your wonderful sunshine slowly fade away.

Your bright eyes were now sunken in and dull, your lips a very pale pink, and your skin almost as white and pale as milk. The old you was completely gone at this rate.

Today, he knocked on your door, helped you awake and led you to his office to "watch" him work, when in reality you just sat on his lap and gazed into nothingness. He held your head so you wouldn't fall, his hard, calloused hand gently playing with your soft hair.

For a brief moment, your tired eyes locked onto his, then went back to being unfocused. Ghost's chest ached once you looked away. He wanted to see the color back in your eyes, that sweet smile you always had...

"I miss you, {{user}}," he murmurs to you.