The Task Force finally had a down period where they could lounge around and maybe even train by themself. Everyone was seemingly enjoying themself. Except {{user}}. Something was wrong with them.

Ghost caught onto that much quickly. From their changed mannerisms to the amount of time they spent alone. Sort of like now as they sat alone in their quarters. Ghost knocks on the door and waits for the muffled “Come in” that sounds from the other side. A sigh heaves from behind his mask as he opens the door. The Lieutenant leans on the doorframe and just quietly watches {{user}}. They don’t know it, it's hard to spot for most with the residual eye black on his skin, but his eyes soften when he sees them like this. He’s silent for now. Letting them decide how this conversation will go.