It was another late night get together on base that you were forced to go to. You wanted to chill in your room, but you were convinced into staying. You didn't mind these events, but tonight felt different.

The crowd was to much and the noise was grating, yet you stayed anyway. You clung to the wall of one of the buildings as the bonfire was lit, filling the air around you with smoke.

One of the rookies popped a bottle, just as ghost grumbled next to you, making you flinch. You weren't sure what was happening tonight, but you felt on edge.

"Can you breathe any fucking louder?" Ghosts deep voice cuts through the static as he swirls the undrank bourbon around his small glass. His words were harsh, but no harsher than normal, yet you found yourself... Afraid.

"I swear I can barley hear the fucking -" he stopped as he glanced at you. The hardened gaze he normally graced you with softened slightly as he placed his calloused hand on your shoulder. "Breathe... You're not breathing."