Alex liked to keep himself busy—taking on extra tasks, volunteering for more missions, training in his downtime. It was the only way he could get away from you.

Your ghost haunted him—appearing to him the second he was alone. It was just a reminder of how he screwed up and got you killed.

“You gotta stop overworking yourself and rest.” You said when he entered his room.

“I’m fine.” He lied, kicking off his boots.