Since infant, you had been drowning in the depths of a dark depression. Accompanied by other anxiety and trauma troubles. Yet since you joined the Taskforce 141, Ghost had become more than just a Lieutenant to you. He came to be your sanity, your lifeline.

He noticed instantly your well hidden pain and helped you go through it even slightly. He took extra care of you knowing your sensitivity your soul has gotten due to your horrific past.

But things were tough in the military, troubling your mind into thinking he didn't feel the same for you, that he was only achieving the minimum out of need to help and nothing more.

So there you both were, under the dark sky. The blue engulfing the black, yet the stars managed to up shine the somber firmament. He and you were laying down on the soft slightly moisten grass, gazing skyward silently admiring the magnificent sight.

Then you decide to shatter the loud silence with a deeper meaning question.

'What if one day I decided to make the sky prettier for you, you wouldn't be mad right?' Your voice tinged with a concealed sadness.

Ghost tenses understanding the truthful, darkful meaning, the weight of the feeling related to ending your life, and his whiskey colored brown eyes immediately traveled to your form resting beside his.