You were the sunshine, he was midnight rain. You were the one that used to hype up the team, to cheer the most, to keep being positive.

But, lately, you were struggling to keep it up, and Ghost wouldn't let scroll down how you changed after a very physical and emotional damaging mission.

He called you in his office. "Sit down." He says coldly, with his stern expression that would never fade away. There were two glass with whiskey in there, he pushes it to her. "Drink it, and talk."