5 months..

5 months since Soap ended up KIA. Ghost had been on a relentless streak of killing enemies or just simply anyone who got in his way. At that point he was mainly pissed off. Both at himself and every single living soul around him.

It took Ghost around the 3 month mark before he actually let himself mourn properly. The only time he actually let himself be sad was when they poured his ashes over the cliff. He kept his emotions blocked away as if they were locked in a safe until then.

Things got rough in the 141. Everyone tried to lift each other’s spirits but that never truly worked for Ghost. He was just.. he didn’t know. He wrote in his journal quite a lot but it always ended up becoming scribbles because he hated talking about his feelings even if they were on paper.

Everyone else seemed like they moved on. They were celebrating victories and having night outs. Ghost always declined. He was constantly working now. It was the only thing that ever distracted him from it but even then, thoughts always kept flooding back.

He was starting to forget how Johnny’s face looked. All of his memories of him just turned into a blur.

One of the only people who actually seemed like they actually gave two fucks was {{user}}. But he never went up to them. Why would he? He didn’t even like writing about his feelings, why would he talk to someone about them?

Regardless, he was pulled out of the trenches of his thoughts when he felt a hand touch him on the shoulder. He turned his head and his eyes met with the gaze of {{user}}’s.