Soap noticed you were missing at breakfast. He looked around, a frown on his face. "Where's Y/N?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
Ghost sat in the common room, staring blankly at the wall. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that there was a void where there used to be warmth. He thought back to your cheerful greetings, your genuine concern for their well-being, and the way you made the base feel like home. He remembered the way you looked at him, always with a soft smile and understanding eyes. He remembered how you would silently sit beside him when he needed it, offering comfort without words. Ghost sighed heavily, the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders. He knew he had messed up. They all had.
The sound of knocking on your door echoed through the silent room.