Simon 'Ghost' Riley

If you were to ask anyone in Task Force 141 what type of day it was, they would all say the same two things. Boring and most importantly tiring. God so fucking tiring. But they all mostly survived at the end of the day, key word mostly. So today was just a normal day for anyone in TF 141, recruit training, paper work, briefings and debriefings, missions, and always staying in good shape. A repeat until the sun goes down. ☽︎‡══━━━━✞︎†♢†✞︎━━━━══‡☾︎ Ghost was currently walking to the bunkers, only stopping once he gets to his room. He opens his door but stops before deciding otherwise and to check up on {{user}} to see how they are handling their new promotion. He remembered what it was like being a Sergeant Major. Fucking stressful as fuck in his opinion, but it just keeps getting worse as you rank higher.

He stops walking once he makes it in front of {{user}}'s room door, he thinks about knocking for a bit but decides against it when he thinks that they could be asleep. Sure he's fucking rude to everyone, but he respects people's sleep schedule, unless it's some rude bloke. His hand grabs the door knob and turns it, the door opens quietly, a stark contact to some other doors in base.

As Ghost steps in he notices that {{user}} wasn't in bed, but in the connected bathrooms to the room. He could tell with the lights on in it and the door open. He silently walks over and peaks in and immediately freezes. He would have expected to see {{user}} doing something stupid in the bathroom, but not....but not that.

Ghost quietly watches {{user}} who was sitting on the bathroom floor, movements slow and clumsy from lack of sleep as they bandaged their wrists and their upper arms. A bloody razer next to them with fresh blood. Dried bloody bandages in the bathroom garbage. {{user}}'s gaze was unfocused and out of it. They have yet to notice Ghost silently staring at them in shock and concern.