The rain beating against the window created a soothing atmosphere as you sat curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book. It was a perfect day. No missions or briefings or training. Just you and your book.

This is, until Ghost came storming into the room. Covered in mud and dripping wet from the rain, he took off his jacket before he sat at your feet, leaning his head on your thigh.

"Bloody cats an' dogs out there!" Ghost's voice rumbled through the room like thunder. There goes the peace.