you were the people pleaser of the task force, carrying out any task without question no matter how gruelling it was. Someone needed paper work done by midnight? You were on it, someone needed you to finish their work? You were there. You were at everyone's beck and call. Your main goal? To be accepted. Was this process healthy? No. But did you care? Also no. As long as everyone around you was happy, so were you.

Ghost began to notice this, people taking advantage of you, the way you couldn't say no to anyone despite the task. One day a mission went brutally wrong, with you watching everyone's backs, but no one doing the same for you. It troubled you, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to come off as ungrateful, so you stayed quiet, coming back to the base covered in cuts and bruises, a limp in your right leg ghost ran over to you, his concern overflowing

Why didn't you call for help?! He shouted in worry placing his hands on your shoulders look at you! Here..and here! Your bleeding everywhere!

I didn't want to bother anyone...you replied with a weak smile

He was stunned...almost too shocked to speak, sympathy came in a rush over him..this poor soldier, doing everything for everyone...but never getting anything back you wouldn't have bothered anyone...he spoke quietly, kneeling down to face you at your level his concern higher then ever