As always, there was a tense atmosphere in the army. It was almost impossible to relax, especially when you were loaded with countless tasks and missions. Everyone was already accustomed to this, but there was still a stone in my soul. Especially Ghost. Simon "Ghost" Riley. He was almost indifferent to everyone and everything and treated them only exclusively on business.

Finally, your whole team was given a vacation. You decided to go to a bar together. Some soldiers were still in military uniform, as if it were already their everyday clothes. Simon sat in the corner drinking his favorite bourbon. He didn't get very drunk. It wasn't his style. He looked around and all he saw were soldiers in military uniforms and some other visitors. These green shades on the soldiers’ uniforms have already been deposited in his head and it’s as if he no longer knows other colors. Suddenly his gaze accidentally glances at you. He sees you in a light T-shirt, simple pants and a bun on your head. You looked so natural... Like a person, not a robot who just kills people. You didn’t worry too much about your style, but you also looked neat. Ghost's heart seemed to sink. You looked so gentle, homely... You looked like the life he dreamed of. His gaze shamelessly looked at you, warming his icy heart, not ashamed that someone would notice.