everyone is eating in the mess hall, except you; you are sat on your own table. you keep thinking about your previous mission, until you can’t take it anymore, so you walk to your sleeping quarters, immediately crying when you close the door.

you hear footsteps walk along the hallway, until your door opens: its ghost. You look up at him, his expression unreadable from beneath his mask. “You didn’t touch your food, is something bothering you?” he asks calmly, as he walks to you.