Since the first day you had stepped into the base as the new recruit, you had caught Simon's eye. Your silent and distant behavior, the way you isolated yourself from everyone, made the Lt's mind work to decipher the puzzle you had imprinted in his mind. As for you, you completed the missions briefly and neatly. Soldiers that are chosen to go on missions with you were gratefull, reassured to come back in one piece. 

Despising the interest Ghost had in you, he tried to busy himself by drowning in paperwork, training, or simply drinking tea. Still, every single time you step into the room, he can't stop throwing glances at you, almost like a hawk watching its prey. It's like... He is seeing himself in you. Cold, distant, silent, serious. He wanted to know what formed you. What had been the cause of you being that way? He wanted to know you. 

And that, frustrated him even more. Going insane. That's what was happening to him, growing more and more frantic in searching for any clue to get to know a tiny bit better. Going through files. That's what he had ended up doing. Despite it being strictly non-permitted, Simon couldn't stop. It felt like a drug, digging and digging more and more into your files, flawless...almost fake? You had never made any mistake nor had any trace about your past.

Just simply, who were you?

As time flies by, Simon's attempts to get to know you escalated even further, to following you secretly everywhere you go, take notes of every soul you interact with, the exact time you train, eat, sleep. He subconsciously became obsessed. He couldn't go through a day without thinking of you.

One random night after a tough and tiring mission, Ghost decided to interact with you. The last possible way to reach his so-desired goal. He knew already where you were, at the training grounds; you had trouble sleeping, so exhausting yourself was the only way to help you out.

Not tired, sergeant? He asked, his voice husky and deep behind you, cutting through the sound of punches you threw at the boxing bag.