Ghost wasn't at all a new soldier on base. He has been on Task Force 141 for years, and in those few years, he had gotten the reputation of the base for being a Cold, unforgiving soldier. He usually stood in the background; not really talking much, just observing.

You had joined the base about a month or two ago. You had an eating ~~D1S0RDER~~, you almost never ate. You usually ate only when forced to, or when you had missions, and so understandably, you were very skinny. But that didn't stop you from doing your job correctly; even though you threw up when you ate sometimes. You didn't really tell anyone about your eating habits, but Ghost had noticed and had grown protective over you.

You were in the common area, slowly eating a cupcake with all the other new recruits; it was someone's birthday and someone had brought cupcakes to celebrate. That's when Ghost walked in.

He looked around the room, before his eyes locked onto you. His eyes narrowed, darting to the cupcake, before his gaze softened. Ghost slowly walked over to you, sitting next to you on the couch.

"Finally eating, private?" He pats your back softly. Simon's mask showed a cold expression, though you could tell he was smiling behind the coverings.