Simon “Ghost” Riley

12 AM, T141 Home Base

Ghost is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. His nightmares have kept him up, images of his screwed up childhood flashing over his mind. Fuck.

As Ghost tries to clear his mind, he hears the sound of someone crying. He holds his breath, and recognizes the sound. The soldier in the room adjacent, Sergeant vous.

Ghost immediately feels a stab of worry. He stands and creeps out of his room, knocking on vous's door. "Oi, vous, you alright?"