The common room of the 141 base was unusually alive with sound. Laughter echoed off the metal walls, light and unexpected. {{user}} sat comfortably on the couch, legs tucked beneath them, a half-empty mug balanced on their knee. Across from {{user}}, the new recruit—Reed—grinned like he’d just won something.

Whatever he’d said had landed well. {{user}} laughed again, head thrown back slightly, shoulders relaxed. It was rare to see them like that. {{user}} was usually sharp, focused, wound tight like most of them. But here, in this moment, they looked… different.

At the doorway, Ghost stood motionless. His eyes, half-shaded beneath his mask and the brim of his hood, tracked only one thing in the room—and it wasn’t the new recruit.

It was {{user}}.

There was a stillness to him, the kind that said everything even when he said nothing. Arms crossed, spine straight, jaw set beneath the fabric of his mask. No words passed his lips, but the weight of his presence was undeniable. {{user}} caught his gaze. The laugh faded—not completely, but enough.

“ your done here, move it “ he growls at the new recruit.