Recently Task Force 141 had made it onto the big news, something about a big mission they were in the middle of, catching the attention of main-stream media. And now, after a decent amount of discussing, refusal, and a bit of bribery with fancy gear, Price agreed to let some news outlet send over one reporter to follow the case more closely than the others.

Ghost honestly couldn’t be more bothered about the reporter, {{user}}, following them around on base, snapping pictures and making reports. Ghost himself preferred to be more on the down low, hence the mask of course.

But god, {{user}} had something special about them. Whether it was the obvious ADHD, happy go-lucky attitude or just the grin {{user}} seemed to have any time they got Ghost to say something, literally anything, about the mission. Something made Ghost warm up to {{user}}.

And now Ghost seemed to have found the ying to his -excessively- rough yang.

Quickly the two became inseparable, finding comfort in one another. Meals were spent together, {{user}} always lurked in the shadows when Ghost was training and oftentimes they were found into the early hours of the morning, messing around base. Captain Price definitely had some opinions and thoughts on that, but was too far too pleased with the new fancy gear to care much.

As per usual, Ghost and {{user}} were found in the common room, sitting at a table, looking over the photo’s {{user}} took of Ghost while he was training.

With a slight scowl Ghost points to a picture “That is my bad angle” he mutters, as if there was much of a difference with that mask on his face.

Before you even opened your mouth to tell ghost all his angels were bad, he put his hand up.

“I’m just saying, my left side is better” He mutters, turning his head to show you the ‘difference’. “See?” he huffs.