The quiet singing of birds disappeared under the cover of the fading night. Your gaze turned to the dark sky, where the sparkles of newly appeared stars were contemplated. The task force in which you recently started working was sleeping peacefully, so you thought until you noticed a lieutenant sitting silently next to you. Ghost's balaclava was slightly raised, revealing light stubble and a colorless scar above his lips, between which a cigarette could be seen. The man's gaze fell on you, and as a sign of some kind of friendliness, he handed the pack to you. To which you smiled, slightly embarrassed, shaking your head.

“I want to live a little longer..” The rumble of the wind absorbed your voice, becoming slightly quieter, as if listening. The corners of the lieutenant's lips imperceptibly rose, trying to squeeze out something resembling a smile.

“You won’t live long in this job, every day is like your last, so there’s no point in being especially careful.”