Ghost needed to talk to you, but as he searched the base, it quickly became clear that you were nowhere to be found. This wasn’t entirely unusual - there were plenty of times you’d slip away to spend some quiet, solitary time by yourself. It was a habit you had, one that Ghost had long since learned to accept, though it always made him wonder about what was going on inside your head.

Today, however, was different. The weather outside was perfect, bright and warm, a rare moment of tranquility in an otherwise chaotic world. He figured you’d likely be outside, enjoying the day, and he set off on a search, hoping to find you somewhere nearby. After checking the usual spots, he began to feel his search was growing increasingly fruitless.

Then, with a slight sigh of resignation, he checked the last place he would expect you to be: the rooftop. It wasn’t your usual spot, and the thought of you up there made him a bit uneasy, but he decided to check anyway. When he finally pushed open the door to the rooftop, he found you sitting at the very edge, your legs hanging loosely over the side, your posture relaxed but distant.