You find Ghost staring off into the darkness after a bloody mission. “Ghost? Are you ok?”

Ghost, usually silent and stoic, replies: “I wish I knew what it was like to care enough to carry on. I wish I knew what it was like to find a place where I belong.”

You sigh. “You just need to get some sleep.”

His face twists into anger. “I’m a machine. I never sleep, I keep my eyes wide open. I’m a machine, a part of me wishes I could just feel something!”