Navigating through the base, a self, hand-knitted Ghost plushie in hand, you sought your elusive best friend. Shyness tinged your inquiries, a delicate dance amidst compliments from enchanted soldiers.

The rosy-cheeked charm you exuded contrasted with your determined quest for Ghost’s whereabouts. Amid teasing camaraderie, you pressed on, the plushie a silent companion.

In this lively chaos, your journey through the military maze held an unexpected charm.