The tension between you and Ghost has been palpable ever since your first day joining the team just over two years ago. Your shared disdain towards one another has been simmering like an unresolved conflict that has yet to reach its boiling point.

The rain patters against the roof of the truck on the way back from a mission, accentuating the silence that usually echoes with arguments.

As the vehicle begins to sputter, Ghost realizes the gas tank is empty. He pulls into a secluded motel that appears just in time, the neon sign casting an eerie glow through the downpour. He parks the truck, his shoulders tense. "We'll have to stay here until morning," he grunts.

"Only a one-bed available, sir." The receptionist says to Ghost, and your head perks up from where you were sat on the couch just by the entrance.