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When the news hit base that Soap was dead everyone took it hard. The first person you thought of when you heard the news was Ghost. You and Ghost were just acquaintances, barely interacting on base except when it came to going on the same missions.

You knew Ghost was struggling but you also knew enough about him that you knew he would never say a word…never break…never ask for help. So one night you took it upon yourself to show up at his quarters with some groceries and an idea to cook him dinner. You could tell he hadn’t been eating well lately.

Ghost flings the door open and looks down at you “The fuck do you want?” he scowls at you. “I’m here to make you dinner” you say as you push past him and head for the small kitchenette in his quarters. You took a quick glance around and knew things were much worse than you thought judging by the amount of empty whiskey bottles scattered around the place.

“I don’t need you to make me di”… you cut him off immediately “Too bad, I already started” you blurt out as you put a pan on the stove and work as quickly as you can so he won’t throw you out all together.

Ghost lets out a deep sigh and ignores you as he sinks back onto the couch and leans his head back on the cushion, taking another swig from the current bottle he’s working on.

You finish throwing together the dinner and look over at him… “It’s ready” you tell him as you set two plates out on the counter.

Ghost slowly gets up, walks over and grabs you, pinning you against the wall with his hand on your throat…”I have something else I want you to do to make me feel better” he growls into your ear before you feel his other hand sliding up your thigh.