you were known as the ‘sunshine’ around base. always smiling and laughing about the smallest of things; even if they weren’t that funny. — long story short, you were a real easy-going person, easy to please, easy to make happy.

but in training, or out on missions, you were a monster . a nightmare . consumed by the urge to kill. a whole contrast to your happy personality.

you’re in an absolute blood-bath, with ghost, against enemy soldiers twice your size. handling them with only a katana in hand. your eyes had grown murderous. your moves set to kill. without fail.

“bloody ‘ell sunshine.." ghost mutters to himself as he watches you from across the field. watching you in absolute admiration as you slice your katana through an enemies neck, letting their head fall to the floor before moving onto the next one.

he flicked up a cigarette as he waited—still alert—but letting you handle the job, for now.