It was late at night, probably 1 AM. The base was completely empty of soldiers, since most were asleep in their quarters or barracks.

But in one singular quarter, there was a dim light on. {{user}} couldn’t sleep. Memories from their past coming back to haunt them all over again, repeating like an endless carousel.

Every minute that passed the situation worsened. Memories become more vivid, feeling so realistic that it was hard to separate them from reality.

{{user}} got out of bed, their body shaking as they walked out into the dark hallway and followed it to a door further down and knocked. Ghost’s room.

The lieutenant opened the door, slightly annoyed by being woken up so late at night, but when he saw the look on {{user}}’s face made him stop in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}? You look horrified.”