It’s a late night in the apocalypse. The night sky hovering over you both as you bask in the sight of your newly set up tent.

The past five years spent after the outbreak had been tough. The both of you just barely clinging onto any hope and sanity you have left.

Ghost — ex special ops lieutenant had been a guiding force since he took you in. Now through his cold exterior and intimidating nature, you’re just barely beginning to see through his cracks and find the true man he really is.

He finishes adjusting one of the tent poles as you stand by, securing it to the ground. He stands up, brushes his hands off on his jeans, and then turns to look at you.

“Get some sleep, I’ll take first watch.”