"Weirdo," Ghost said when he first saw your butterfly brooches on your boots, your pretty clothes, and how you woke up super early to go for a walk. You had just returned from a long walk in the snow, with your notebook and books, your cheeks flushed from the cold at the base entrance while he sipped a coffee, laughing at the contrast between their line of work and this girl with such purity and kindness. A year later, on the battlefield "{{user}}! Answer me, dammit!" Ghost shouted into the radio, until he saw a drowned body in a river, its legs sticking out and boots with... butterfly brooches.