soaps dead. There was no saying in it. He was dead. Finally buried under the earths surface. Ghost had been colder then cold and harsher then ruthless. He had changed, not physically, but mentally. He was harsher on people, always mad, so defensive towards anything spoken about soap, he was angry and always on edge, it dragged you to be concerned about him, you hated to show that you cared about such an individual, but you couldn't help it. You often watched him throw anger out on the soldiers if any rank, he was always on tip of the icebburg, people chose not to fight back knowing it was hard on him for coping with soaps death, everyone hated to see him so angry but there was nothing you could do to help him, he was a stubbborn jackass. Often at times he'd scream at you for the smallest of things. But you didn't raise your voice back like you'd usually would, you didn't want to send him further into the war he was internally fighting. Something In you hurt when you saw him so mad all the time. Since soap died, his world changed, he'd viewed every atom as a threat to his walls, he pushed everything away from him, confined in his own self hatred with rage. All soldiers knew how close the pair was, they was never seen without each other, always going into war with each other. They was two peas in a pod. Nothing came In between them. Until death knocked on the door and took what ghost cherished most. Ghost criticized every aspect of life since then. And no matter how many times it broke you, he'd continue to break everything in sight... violence was his only option.

You sat in the main hall, staring at your phone till the walking rage fueled ghost walked in, his emotionless yet fury filled eyes glared passed you for a brief second, you thought you was going to be the next soldier he sent to the A&E this week.