It was the middle of the summer heat, the warmth radiating off the metal walls of the base. Nearly everyone was suffering, lying in their beds as they attempted to cool off. However, In the spark of the moment, you got up to search for your cropped shirt, which would at least provide a little relief to the heat.

After searching for a while, you couldn’t find it. In a desperate attempt, you wandered to your Lieutenants room to inquire the whereabouts of your shirt. As you stepped inside, Ghost lay in his bed, in your shirt.

“Do we have a problem, Sergeant?” he grumbled out, looking up from his phone