It was an endless circle, Soap chose you, you chose Ghost, and Ghost always chose someone else.

This wasn’t an ideal way to break such a toxic cycle, but the combination of emotions and drink had melted away your morals, leaving you needing a particular type of company from someone who would give it. Wanting validated, wanting to be wanted.

It began to rain when he picked up your call, his strong Scottish accent sounding down the reciever.

"Some hour this is."