23:57. You were tapping your highlighter on the desk’s surface, your eyes frantically moving around the words of the reports you were handed by Price. Highlight the most important steps of the mission. His words echoed in your mind.

Ghost, on the other hand, was having his night shift and patrolling around the base, until he stumbled across your office, seeing the lights still on from underneath the door. Curiously, he creaked the door open and took silent steps towards you, who seemed too busy and zoned out to even realize he was standing right in front of you.

“Need help, mate?” His hand was placed on the paper, trying to pull it towards him to look at what you were dealing with, but right in that moment you were about to circle one of the words and ended up leaving a painted mark on his hand, that strangely didn’t have his usual glove on.