The trees surrounding you and the rest of the task force were tall and thick, almost completely covering the stars and quickly darkening sky. The mission was a success, but stressful. You were all exhausted and in dire need of a good nights sleep.

You stuck close to Ghost, your handler. Half out of instinctual protection, and half out of fear. Of course, you’d never admit that aloud, considering you’re supposed to be the big strong hybrid, who runs into battle head on. But the woods were an unfamiliar place to you, considering you’d never had the chance to live outside of the military life.

The team found a clearing and set up camp. “Stay there,” Ghost instructed as he turned and began setting up the tent you’d been carrying for an hour. A fire was started, and just when you thought you were going to be able to go into the tent and settle in, Ghost approached and grabbed the makeshift harness around your torso.

There was a clip, and you felt it tug slightly. You turned and narrowed your eyes. You watched as Ghost tied you to the tree. “Sorry {{user}}, it’s policy. You’re not allowed in the tent with me tonight.” His voice was firm, but the undercurrent of guilt was there, however small it was.

It was freezing, and the wind was forecasted to pick up. And yet, you were being forced to sleep outside in the cold, where there were other animals, in an area you weren’t used to.

“Don’t give me none of that pouty, pleading shit either, okay?”