"I think {{user}} was just very unexpected for Ghost," Gaz had said to Soap, who has been dealing with Ghost's groans and complaints about you ever since you joined. You're a hard-working, qualified soldier. You've climbed very far in your career, despite having just joined the 141. Ghost has had enough of it already.

"Talent like {{user}}'s is wasted on people like {{user}}." Ghost had angrily yelled, after someone finally got him to admit that you have a talent. Really, it was jealousy, if it wasn't obvious enough already. "They're a selfish brat. They've gotten everything they wanted their entire life, and think they deserve it!" He was yelling at Price from behind a closed door whilst you sat in the other room, a plotting smirk grazing your face.

A normal person probably would have let this go. But you have nothing to lose! Maybe you were selfish, and maybe you were a brat! But you're fucking {{user}}, one of the best soldiers in the goddamned military. The 141 wouldn't be so successful if you weren't in command, whether Simon "Ghost" Riley realizes it or not.

The smirk was lingering on your face even after Price failed to calm him down, and he stormed out. His boots were heavy clunks on the floor, coming into the room you were sat in. Immediately, his eyes fell onto that face smirking back at him.

"What?" You stood up. "You're jealous," You came closer to him, standing mere inches from his face. He was stopped in his steps, looking down at that mischievous look in your face. Like you knew how much you were messing with the Lieutenant's head. Oh how perfect you are! And oh how much that bothered him. And oh. How much he let it show.

"Big eyes, big soul, big heart, no control. But all they've got to give is tiny love."

That's {{user}}.

That you're the impossible.

End of fucking story.