Three weeks ago, you were rescued along with some other soldiers. You hadn't spoken a word. You barely slept, ate, drank, and chose to be alone.

You had dead eyes a sign you’ve witnessed too much.

Late at night, you sneaked out of your room, past the guards to sit in the courtyard. Heavy plumes of cigarette smoke escaping your lips as you stare up at the night sky.

"You alright?"

Ghost asked softly in his deep voice as you stared at him with dead eyes, a look he knows all too well.