The base had a lonely chapel, which you usually frequented. Having been in a pretty religious family, you yourself were it's sole patron as nobody else had that faith, given the type of work. The mini-church gave you a little peace in all the chaos, a little solace.

But this mission was your breaking point. You had been through too much, and this mission had gone too wrong for everyone, everyone who made it out at least. So you knelt down in the pews, head in your hands, the stained glass windows casting purples, greens and oranges on your skin, the skin laced in your own men's blood, begging for forgiveness, for sanity, for anything. For strength.

A creak beside you indicated that someone sat down closeby. They took a second of pause, of considering whether to disturb you or counsel you.

".. is the big guy listening?" Ghost hummed, taking a seat right up next to you.