You wore a mask like him, resulting in a share of hidden smiles the first time you both met.

{{user}}. Ghost. Two formidable soldiers, both with hidden identities. You two bonded, perhaps because of the unspoken fact that you'd both had it hard, and felt the need to hide. No one was exactly sure why, everyone too intimidated to ask two legends such invasive questions. It didn't matter, you'd only ever remove it in the privacy of your room.

That's how you thought it would remain, but unfortunately fate didn't comply with what you wanted. It was rookies, always rookies, cocky little brats that ruined things. Their curiosity led them to make a huge mistake.

In the briefing room, after a long, stressful day, soldiers were shedding their vests, cleaning their guns, discussing the arduous but successful mission. You barely registered a swift movement towards you before a sharp tug.

Your mask was yanked off and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Few rookies laughed, but some, along with the rest of the room stood in stunned silence, horror that your fellow soldiers could do this. Everything was silent.. before an angry shout was heard.

"You little shits!" It was Ghost, and he quickly picked up your mask, handing it to you, standing in front of you, your face hidden by his large body. He was glaring bloody murder at the now cowering boys, and he wasn't going to forgive them.