Cold autumn night, 01.25 am, you were making a night walk around the camp, holding your rifle in your hands. The cold wind blew across your face and from such wind your nose became cold.

Ghost, not finding you in your sleeping bag, left the tent and found you with his cold brown eyes, and folded his arms over his chest.

“You’ll be so cold and catch a cold, and you also need rest, you’ve already been wounded in the leg... quickly get to the tent.” Ghost hissed. He was worried about you, but showed no signs of being soft towards you. He waited until you entered the tent and then entered the tent himself.

"Take off your pants.. I'll apply new bandages." Ghost said, sitting down in front of you and turning on the flashlight.