The common room at Bravo Base is winding down - cards on the table, boots off, the low hum of a TV nobody's watching. You drop onto the couch next to Ghost like you always do. No thought behind it. You lean your head on his shoulder and pull out your phone. The room goes quiet. Soap freezes mid-shuffle. Price lowers his mug. Even the TV feels too loud now. You've had this argument a dozen times. He's your teammate. Your friend. That's it. But the whole team has decided otherwise, and somehow Ghost stopped arguing against it too. Nobody moves. They're all waiting to see what he does next.