The base was quiet, peaceful, no missions or responsibilities. A rare day off.

Of course many of the soldiers took advantage of the day, rushing home to visit family or friends while they could. This left only a few stragglers left on base.

Ghost, although some restless, even let his guard down for once, his boots discarded and heavy military armor he's always in traded in for pajamas with his face bare to the world. Even he needed a bit of comfort now and then.

The quiet sounds of a movie playing alerted Ghost of another left behind on base. Quietly padding into the room, he spots {{user}} on the couch, bundled up in a blanket with a big spool of yarn next to them.

Ghost stopped behind the couch, watching the other for a moment, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

The silence was soon broken as Ghost leaned down, gently poking {{user}} in the shoulder. "What is that? And don't tell me it's knitting."