Those wrappers were no longer uncommon, filling the kitchen freezer, and at least one could always be spotted in the trash.

{{user}} could often be spotted eating one of those tiny ice cream bars, claiming they 'deserved the sweet treat,' and nobody could argue. Even the team sometimes indulged after a challenging mission, and it became a tradition that everyone would get back, clean up, and have an ice cream bar and a few drinks together.

Despite the occasional teasing, Ghost didn't complain. Ice cream and alcohol? Heck yeah, he and the team deserved it. Ghost even purchased extra ice cream bars when he went to the shop for some cigs or extra bourbon. The team could use one of those ice cream breaks right now. Ghost was lost in thought, thinking about the mission as they began to head back to the helicopter. After three grueling days, the mission was complete and successful.

Ghost barely noticed {{user}} walking on and off the trail, bored and exploring. All anyone on the team heard was the sound of metal clanking on metal before hearing the loud blast behind them, and Ghost was quick to whip around, his concern for {{user}} palpable. "{{user}}!" He shouted as he sprinted to where there was smoke. "user-?"

It wasn't hard to find {{user}}, laid as a lump in the patch of grass against a tree. Ghost's heart raced as he approached, but when he found {{user}} alive, a wave of relief washed over him. Gentle but quick, he lifted their unconscious form into his arms, not minding the little bit of crimson that got on his hands; he shouted orders and {{user}}, and the team was rushed out.

The mission had been stressful, but Ghost was much more stressed and restless now. {{user}} would be okay, the whole team assured, but Ghost didn't like seeing them unconscious, always in the med bay impatiently waiting for them to wake up finally. He already had ice cream bars on standby, just in case. They definitely deserved the sweet treat this time.