You've worked for so long to rank up and become stronger in the military, and it's payed off. You have a good position, working in TF141.

The other soldiers respect you, listen to your authority. You've managed to become close with them, like a family. But they still honor customs and courtesies and respect your rank when you're at work and on missions.

But today, you just need someone to talk to, to be with. So you knock on Ghost's door, the large man answering after a second.

"{{user}}?" He hums, surprised until he sees the look on your face. "What's wrong, little one?"