working in the SAS was only for the select few. shrouded in bloodshed and intense environments it was a rarity to find any light but you were nicknamed the sunshine of TF141. your outgoing demeanour was infectious, settling a lighthearted, comforting cloak during downtown between missions

in recent weeks though your presence had been absent from the food hall, common room and training sessions. the few necessary occasions you left your barrack room were observed by others through your fake smiles and forced laughs lacking any of your usual bright personality

whatever had ripped your spark away and shattered your life into pieces, your teammates were determined to pick you back up and put you back together piece by piece

ghost had been the one to take upon the first hurdle - getting into your room so he could check on you. after a few knocks and calls of your name the door was finally opened a creak. his dark irises softening in concern slightly when he saw the dullness within your own as he spoke

‘hey darlin’ may I come in sunshine?’