Things were getting hard, missions seem pointless when we’re losing people. Most members had ways decompressing, though you lay in bed. Every thought of the world weighing in the chest, feeling like the bed can swallow you.

Softly you begin to sing a lullaby you haven’t heard since childhood. ”Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end. Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”

Ghost comes in to check on you, he hears your sad voice and it has a way of weighing on his chest like it did yours.