Ghost stood by at the edge of the base, gun raised while he stood watch. It was pitch black outside with nothing but the crickets audible from the empty lot.

Almost empty.

You stumbled out into the open with a pencil in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. You tripped over your feet, giggling as a gust of dirt kicked up into your face.

Ghost raised his rifle at you.

"Don't move!"