On Halloween had been a masquerade party in base and Ghost begrudgingly attended. Despite not expecting much he ended up meeting someone.

The person had been wearing a full face coverage mask that also muffled their voice, and to his plight the person had a somewhat unremarkable body type, in the sense that he would not be able to recognise it like here through the soldiers’ fatigues.

But he and that person had spent the entire night dancing, chatting. Their mysterious allure had him obsessed and he wanted to figure out who it was. But where could he even start?

Yes, he saw the irony of him, a masked soldier, pining after someone who’s identity he didn’t know because of a mask.

“Instant connection, I tell ya,” Ghost had sighed when Soap asked what had been so special about that person the next day. “Never felt anythin’ like it. Almost like a bloody soulmate or whatever…”

It seemed crazy, but it was true. He never bought into that romantic crap… Until now.

Over the next few days Ghost hunted down every lead like a bloodhound but came up empty. In the end he found out by pure coincidence.

While passing through the barracks he saw a flesh of colour through an open door. He stopped and stared into the room where the mysterious strangers costume hung, along with the mask.

His heart nearly stopped as he realised that he was so close to finding out the identity of the stranger.

Then the rooms occupant stepped into sight and he froze.

“{{user}}?”

No way. No way you were the stranger he had falled head over heels for. He didn’t even like you usually, both of you trapped in a long lasting, heated rivalry.

“What the fuck kinda game is this?”