It’s only natural that the bars around military bases tend to be full of soldiers and veterans.

Today isn’t any different, the bar bustling with people.

Quietly, a man in a dark hoodie, Ghost, comes up beside you, leaning heavily on the bar top.

His eyes trace you for a moment before he’s talking to a bartender and there’s suddenly a glass in front of you.

“Looks like you could do with a drink.” he says gruffly in explanation, taking a sip from his own dark liquor.