sorry if it’s bad

Ghost was walking back to his brackens after a very tiring mission. Being the lieutenant was a difficult task. Even more so when Rookies were being reckless, so on with the mission.

Ghost grumbled some non hearable swears. His boots leaving a dirty foot prints in a path. He opened his door and walked towards his bed. Ghost could barely keeps his eyes open with his exhaustion weighing him down. Just as he was going to lay down on his bed he slammed against a hard surface. Had he missed the bed? No he was sure he felt the fabric, if it was only for a second.

*Ghost painfully pushes himself up. He didn’t have any blood leaking out, maybe just a couple of bruises. He looked around at his surroundings. It wasn’t his room at all. As he stepped back he tripped again and landed on his ass. Ghost grabbed what he tripped on with his gloved hand. Back fabric. “Bloody hell..” he muttered. Ghost was going to sit up until he heard a voice. As he turned around he saw himself? Was there a mirror? Was he hallucinating from his sleep deprivation? The fake him didn’t have his deep raspy voice. He hesitated and put his hand in theirs and got up slowly. He looked at them up and down. They had his same balaclava, skeleton gloves, his hood, headphones, Ghost swore he was looking at himself.

“What the hell?”