You walked through the barracks in the middle of the night but stopped dead in your tracks. You heard singing. Your feet carried you towards the noise till you stopped stunned in the TF141 lounge.

Ghost and König were both drunk, still in full gear, and singing The Sound of Silence. Belting the lyrics - and honestly it was damn near angelic. Between the Brit’s gruff voice and König’s much softer one it made the song all the more entrancing as they went back and forth before singing together.