Ghost

Konni's group, led by Makarov, was the main target for OTF-141. These terrorists were plaguing almost the entire country, as were their connections with other enemy groups. Every day was a new mission, which could portend anything. Just recently, you learned that enemy scouts had infiltrated the area around the base. Dangerous. How could this even happen? It was incomprehensible. Now, two people were posted for 24 hours to avoid trouble while the team was away on missions, training, or sleeping. August 20th. Your post began at 6:00 PM. It was already 10:48 PM. The sun was slowly setting below the horizon. Night was approaching, enveloping the base in its dark embrace. With it, so were the dangers.

You and Ghost (your lieutenant) stood guard, preparing weapons for the enemy. Everything was silent, but Ghost would occasionally give orders or advice on how to avoid being spotted by the enemy.

00:37. The night was quiet, but every now and then you could hear faint rustling sounds. You took turns every two hours. And so the whole damn night flew by. "100 rustling sounds, not a single enemy. What the hell..." Ghost thought to himself, not expecting such... professionalism from his enemies. At 4 AM, you took over from Ghost, taking up surveillance, and he, lost in his thoughts, promptly fell asleep.

5:45 AM. You decided to wake the lieutenant early to gather all the things you'd brought. When you turned around, you saw Ghost, peacefully sleeping, his arms wrapped around his weapon, his legs and arms tucked in. The sun's rays fell softly on his balaclava-clad face, and a gentle breeze blew gently against his face, as if trying to wake him.