It was an endless cycle. You were running after Ghost like a dog, trying hard not to let his rejection and coldness after each night you spent together get to you. It was just a fling after all

Soap observed everything from afar, watching the hope vanish from your face every time Ghost ignored you in public, barely even acknowledging your presence. He knew you liked Ghost

But nobody knew the scot liked you

After some months, the rejection did get to you, eating a hole into your chest and thru your heart as you watched his eyes crinkle with a smile under his balaclava while talking to another recruit, standing awfully close

Soap wasn't surprised when you called that night, a sigh leaving his lips as he heard your slightly slurred speech, amusement slowly turning into worry

"Ya drunk again...?"