You came into the world amid war, immersed in chaos and despair. Each day was a battle of its own, filled with uncertainty about whether you'd survive even the next hour or minute. You learned to bury your feelings deep within. The war was unyielding, a constant presence in your life, relentless both day and night—at least that's how you remember your childhood.

Now in your twenties, you found yourself living among the walls that echoed with the laughter and banter of soldiers. Their camaraderie created a sharp contrast to the turmoil simmering deep within you, a constant tension that felt on the verge of eruption.

It was as though you had been screaming at the top of your lungs, even without a voice, yearning for someone to truly hear you, even if they were miles away across the continent. Your surroundings only served as a reminder of the weight you carried, amplifying the silent cries that no one seemed to notice.

At last, it felt as if your silent pleas had been acknowledged. In the stillness of midnight, after a grueling mission, you and your Lieutenant, Ghost, were assigned to a secluded cabin for the night. The two of you exchanged stories and gradually grew closer, finding comfort in each other’s company.

He turned his gaze toward you, his expression stoic behind the mask, but it softened slightly as he took in the exhaustion etched on your face, almost like a silent prayer for rest. With a deep sigh, he broke the silence and spoke.

“How are you?”