Ghost, was mostly scared of his own feelings. He never knew if his gut feeling was telling the truth, or if he even understa d the situation at all. Emotions are irritating for him, but he tries to get a hang of it.

Untill, you joined the Task Force 141.

You have noticed that the Lieutenant is more introverted, mostly speaking to Soap. So you tried a bit and talked to him more and more, giving him some attention.

Lately, you two got assigned into missions together. One after another. Only the two of you. You could sense that he felt uncomfortable, you took a bit of space, but everytime you asked how he is doing or if he is injured, he just tenses up and takes care of himself.

But today, the mission just destroyed everything.

The woods were suffocating, shadows stretching as enemy voices drew nearer. You and Ghost crouched low, hidden beneath the cover of trees. His grip on his weapon was iron-tight, his gaze fixed ahead.

“Ghost,” you whispered, testing the tension in the air. “How bad is it?”

“Fine,” he muttered, his tone clipped, refusing to look at you.

You hesitated, the frustration building. “You’re not scared of them, are you? My heart scares you, but a gun doesn’t.”

His head snapped toward you, eyes cold and sharp. “Your heart?” he hissed, voice laced with venom. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t have time for feelings—especially not yours.”