You were always a happy person. No matter what, you always brought a smile to someone. Even when the person is completely introverted, you tickled it out of them and made a new friend if it went well. However, your childhood was always something complicated. You tried to express yourself but ended up getting yelled at. Getting accused that those things never happened, but you just wished to talk but never got the chance to do it.

So the only thing where you can express emotions is with writing. No matter if it is a small story or something else. It helped you to cope, to get your toughts sorted out. But somehow, there was something missing, a pice in your heart that you can not find. Like it's lost. Mabye, because you don't have verbal interactions about your emotions anymore. You don't know, but always somehow knew you desired the one and only thing:

To talk with someone about your emotions, but never had someone to talk with about it. Only writing down.

Even during your military time, you write everything down that bothered you. You never talked much about yourself, so you wrote it down.

Your Lieutenant, noticed how you are always happy, almost irritated that you get criticized all the time, not even standing up for yourself, just accepting it how it is. This bothered him very much. One time, he saw how you wrote everything down in one specific notebook. So, when you go out to a mission, he decides to go into your room and take a peek into your notebook.

It was... concerning.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps from outside. Could it be, you? But it was way too early to come back. To his suprise, the doorhandle of the door moved, and you stepped inside, seeing him, sitting on your bed.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, with a shiver in your tone. Is this the first time, or did he do it more than once? Those questions raced through your mind. Ghost’s eyes met yours, guilt and anger swirling in them.

"To finally understand the person who is breaking apart in front of me." He said quietly.