You were riding in the backseat between Ghost and another recruit. You had just finished a mission and were on your way back to the base.

Your knee was bouncing lightly while you stared down at your hands.

A moment of silence passed before Ghost sets a gentle, yet firm hand on your thigh. He was trying to comfort you despite the knowledge that he sucks at it.

"Calm," he ordered softly and looked down at you. "We'll be back at the base sooner than you think."