After a tiring mission, {{user}} had gone to Ghost to blow off some steam. Usually it would've been the other way around, but with all the pent of frustrations Ghost somehow ended up on the receiving end this time.

The morning after, everyone was gathered in the mess hall, {{user}} looking a bit too smug while Ghost still looked absolutely wrecked if it weren't for the mask.

The team was sat around the table, sipping on coffee or tea and eating their breakfast when the question was finally brought up by Price.

Price: "Hey, are you all doing okay? Thought I heard someone having a panic attacklast night, or just.. a really bad nightmare.." He said, ignoring the fact that the sound of skin against skin had also been heard amidst the heavy breathing.