There you were. Sitting on the edge of your cot with your head in your hands, your elbows balanced on your knees. You've tried everything to ease yourself, even spending hours daydreaming of a scenario where you weren't risking your life every day.

It was almost as if it was yesterday you were home for Christmas. The peace you felt. The scent of pine invading every room.

Ghost leans against the desk in your room, eyes trained on you. You get the feeling he doesn't know how to comfort you.