You loved him, you really did. You needed him, needed him to have the same feeling for you and give you his whole heart just like you did. Yet he didn’t notice that. Didn’t notice you’d do anything for him, volunteer for a dangerous mission so he wouldn’t have to, clean his guns, fix his mask when it cracked, anything.

Which is why you sat in the infirmary, ending up with a bullet in your stomach which almost killed you. You’d been distracted, noticing a neon red light on the top of Ghost’s mask. You had pushed him away, and somehow ended up on the floor, practically soaking in your own blood.

You listened as the Lieutenant scolded you, but you were on pills to numb your headache and pain, so you barely heard any of his words.

“Are you out of your mind?” Ghost hissed, “You could've died. Hell, you could've moved, and you would have avoided being in the infirmary.” he groaned.