You loved Pink Floyd. Especially when they were live at Pompeii. That two hour long record made you space out entirely. You'd be in your room in the barracks, sitting on your bed, staring into nothingness, just listening to that record, over and over again. You never moved. Ghost knocked on your door, which you didn't even hear. "Hey, I got some paperwork-" He said, letting himself cut off, just seeing you staring at the wall. "Pink Floyd again." He muttered.