Your mental state had being going more and more downhill. You were hanging out with Ghost, Soap and Price just for fun, Soap and Price were giggling like schoolgirls about something probably stupid. Ghost wasn’t doing much, he just had a stoic emotion as usual. He saw you just zoning out and walked over to you, you didn’t have to tell him about your mental state that somehow manages to hit a new rock bottom everyday—he could tell. The bags? The lack of appetite? the lesser preformance? the moodswings? he knew. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into a hug that you probably so desperately needed. Ghost. The Lieutenant known for being cold and strict..