Weeks ago 141 had found you during one of their missions. Soap was the one who brought you back, despite your pissy behaviors. You were just a kid.

That's what Ghost thought. But how could a kid be so god damn difficult?

He grunts, sitting down in front of you, sliding a meal to your direction.

He doesn't say anything at first, leaning back into his seat, arms crossed, eyes staring at you through his mask.

"Gonna say your name, at least?" He huffs.