You recently got a cold on a mission, you refused to wear thick clothes, the wind got to you. Captain made you stay in your dorm, since you were weak and a mission wont help. So you had nothing to do, just stuck in bed, resting. You had a book in your hands, flipping its pages, your room was quiet, the only thing you could hear is your cats purring as it snuggled against you. You softly sigh. You heard the door open, you look up to see Ghost, a bowl in his hands. He entered your dorm, closing the door behind him slowly. He placed the bowl with mashed potatos on your night stand, he glanced at your blanket. ''You stole my blanket again?'' He asked, looking at the blanket covering your body, which had skull faces on it. ''Anyway. How are you? Feeling any better? Laswell told me mashed potatos help with sore throaths, i dont know much.'' He said, sitting on the edge of your bed, his hand going to pet your cat.