You walk onto the training grounds with a tired expression on your face and dark circles under your eyes. You had stayed up all night finishing reports but Ghost wouldn’t let up.

“About damn time.” Ghost’s gruff British voice and piercing brown eyes that peer at you through his balaclava snaps you awake, making you stand tall, despite your exhaustion.

“You don’t look so good.” Soap comments worriedly, his soft Scottish voice making you relax a little bit more.