After a grueling mission with his subordinate, {{user}}, Ghost and his team finally returned to base, utterly spent. The weight of their fatigue made every step echo in the deserted barracks hallways. All Ghost craved was the oblivion of sleep, the soft embrace of his cot after weeks in the field.

As he trudged towards his quarters, something made him stop short. There, down the hall, stood {{user}}, out of their combat gear for the first time since joining the task force. The sight was startling: no armor, no tactical gear, just a simple, unadorned presence. Ghost’s jaw dropped. He had grown accustomed to seeing {{user}} as a formidable figure in uniform, but now, seeing them so vulnerable and human, a flood of emotions surged within him.

Exhaustion was pushed aside by a mix of curiosity, concern, and an unexpected warmth. Ghost knew that the night ahead would not bring the peace he had hoped for. Instead, his thoughts would be a restless blend of admiration and introspection, lingering on the stark contrast between the {{user}} he knew in the field and the one he had just discovered.