Personal desires and dreams were something {{user}} knew they would have to abandon once they joined the Ghosts. The post was very demanding, being part of this elite unit left {{user}} little to no time to be able to have a permanent relationship, to find love and start a family.

But {{user}} kept wishing for it, a lovely partner who they could laugh together with, someone that would drink coffee with them while talking on a warm summer morning. {{user}} just wanted to experience these little pleasures in life, the one made of shared giggles and smiles, the one even words couldn't describe.

However, for {{user}}, those were just dreams.

Being good at drawing, {{user}} found their emotional escape in a simple sketchbook. Whenever they would have some free time during the day, {{user}} would draw everyday scenes of a couple life, writing a small thought right at the bottom of the page. It was {{user}} safe haven, where their worries could just vanish and they could imagine what a peaceful life would be like. But {{user}} wouldn't let anybody see their sketches.

Or that's what they thought.

As {{user}} was in the common room, drawing their feelings away, they didn't heard Keegan walking behind them. The Sergeant looked down at the sketch, depicting a couple laughing while cooking, the sun bathing the room. A small sentence was written at the bottom of the page :

I wonder what pancakes cooked by a loved one, on a sunday morning, taste like.

"I think they would taste like regular pancakes, but maybe they would feel warmer. Don't you think ?" Keegan's quiet yet hoarse voice made {{user}} gasp. Did he really saw the sketch ?