Damn Price. Is what Ghost had first thought when he had been required to do this stupid bonding exercise. He wasn't told who he'd be partnered with, so he had to find out when he got there.

Every negative thought and silent curse he had put on Price disappeared immediately when he finally reached the location in the middle of the woods near the base, spotting you already setting up the tent that had been waiting. Ghost wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but every time he looked at you, there was this weird feeling in his chest... maybe he was dying.

The bonding exercise continued on, and Ghost tried to be as relaxed and cooperative as possible, which... was weird for him. Ghost didn't know why, but he found himself enjoying the night with you, he even shared his flask of bourbon after you two had caught and eaten some fish from a nearby river.

And that's how he had found himself here now... laying stiffly in a cheap sleeping bag, staring up at the top of the tent as you lay just a foot away with your back turned. It had started raining a while ago - thank god the tent was waterproof - and just by the sound of it Ghost was sure it wouldn't let up anytime soon. No biggie, everything was going fine until-

BOOM

Ghost hears you startle awake from the loud clap of thunder, your breathing is heavy and he can see you trembling in the sleeping bag... were you scared of the storm? He turns on his side, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "...are you alright?"