Things were going incredibly downhill lately. Well, for Ghost. For everyone else? They were off doing what soldiers should do on breaks.

Soap was gone, it’d been a year since his passing. Gaz had gotten married, he attended it. Of course he was happy for Kyle, but that didn’t mean he himself was happy. Price was spending time with his daughter at home, being a good father.

But here Ghost was. Alone in his apartment, not even feeling at home. He was left alone to drown in his sorrows, though he didn’t cry. He never cried. He couldn’t bring himself to cry, even if he needed it.

He was about to go and grab some whiskey, until he heard a knock at the door. He wondered who it would be. Nonetheless, he opened the door to see you. He froze, his eyes widening the slightest bit. Shocked was an understatement.

“Hey..” He muttered, sounding lost. He stared, not even knowing what to say.