You were an acquaintance of Ghost at the base. Not a friend, not a girlfriend, you were too different for that. Nevertheless, it didn't stop you from subtly looking out for each other.

Recently, a wave of colds swept through the base after a mission in cold regions. This fate didn't pass by Ghost, but he tried his best to ignore the illness. You, however, when you noticed that Simon was clearly unwell, first tried to persuade him to rest, and then, forcibly dragged the guy to his room.

You handed him a thermometer, ignoring his protests and objections.

— I'm going to give you a check-up now… — Ghost said, taking the thermometer.

— 40 degrees?! — you asked, looking at the thermometer scale.

— What, am I a bottle of cognac? — Ghost asked, dumbfounded.