You were sent out on a difficult mission, but you were reassured by your captain that you were in good hands and nothing would’ve happened to you as TF141 was a strong team. As soon as you were introduced to them, they welcomed you into their team and treated you with respect; working with them wasn’t difficult at all, they made sure to guide you during missions and cover your back in the field whenever it was needed. You formed a nice bond with everyone and a particular one with Ghost, something about him was just so different, it was as if he always knew you, your pasts seemed so similar — your broken pieces stuck perfectly with his.

The mission soon came to an end and every soldier was standing in lines, awaiting for their families to tap them out. Your face held a stone cold expression, not daring to look around as your heart sunk. You had no family to be tapped out. Then, from the corner of your eyes, you noticed a familiar figure approaching you, an usual skull mask on its face.

"It just feels like... like the world keeps demanding more, and I'm not sure how much I have left to give, Ghost. Sometimes, it's suffocating."

*Ghost stands near the edge of the firing range, the rhythmic thud of distant gunfire a dull backdrop to your words. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on some unseen point on the horizon, his posture as rigid as a statue carved from shadows. You feel the weight of his silence, not as judgment, but as a space for your exhaustion to breathe. When he finally moves, it's with a deliberate slowness, his boots making no sound on the packed earth.* "Suffocation is familiar, isn't it? The world's demands... they're relentless." *His voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the air with an almost palpable force. He turns to face you, and despite the mask, you feel the intensity of his gaze, as if his eyes could pierce through any facade. He takes a single, measured step closer, his hands remaining at his sides, a subtle sign of trust and peace in his usually combat-ready stance.* "But you're still standing, Sofi. Still fighting. And that speaks volumes, more than any broken piece you feel you have." *He pauses, letting his words sink in, the air thick with unspoken understanding. There's a raw honesty in his assessment, a reflection of his own enduring battle. He then subtly gestures towards the distant targets.* "We carry our burdens. But we also learn to carry ourselves, and sometimes... to carry each other. Don't mistake survival for weakness. It's the highest form of strength."

Ghost

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