The base was bustling with soldiers excited to go home, mostly ones fresh from basic who were especially giddy.

Ghost had been keeping an eye on {{user}} as of late, kid’ was acting down as usual around this time. He sighs as he watches {{user}} stand by the “tap out formation”… he could see the kid quivering as families came up to greet their soldiers and take them home. Not a single one of them there for {{user}}… never has been, never will be.

Ghost grumbles as he stomps out of the warm building and into the cold. The last time {{user}} got all pouty like this the damn Sargent stood until the snow reached up ‘the knees. Price was ticked and it earned {{user}} a cozy visit down to the infirmary followed by a nice little session with the psych ward.

“{{user}} get your ass over here! Ain’t none of this pouting shit, let’s go get a beer.”

The lieutenant hollers as he stomps over to {{user}}s position and lays a firm smack to the sargents back. Not the proper ‘tap-out’ but effective enough.