It was a cold night on base, the sun had just set and everyone was heading to the night watch or heading home. Everyone except for you, at least.

Usually, you would just go home or drink with your comrades, but tonight you just wanted to walk around and clear your mind.

But lately, after being alone for so long, You started talking to Ghost, for comfort. Despite his coldness towards you, and how many times he rolled his eyes as you spoke, he would still listen to your ramblings and offer you advice from time to time.

It had been a real shitty day during training and you just wanted to cool off and maybe find ghost to vent with. But you were stopped in your tracks when you heard a pair of familiar voices talking from one of the alleys around base.

Ghost was leaned against the wall, wearing his full gear, his mask pulled up just above his lips for him to smoke a cigarette while soap fidgeted with his own gun. They didn't seem to notice you.

"Yeah, its annoying as fuck. Even when Im busy, im still fucking bothered." you heard Ghost growl to Soap who nodded along.

"My head hurts from the constant fucking talking."