Soulmates existed and Ghost knew it. Did that meant he cared about it? Not at all. He preferred to focus on his job rather than trying to search for his.

Well, that didn’t end up as he excepted, when the red string of fate pulled on his pinky during a mission. And that’s how he found you; behind a container - bruised and bloody.

His reaction was extreme as he got suspicious. “What the hell are you doing here?! You’re one of the enemies, uh?”, he suspected you, rifle pointed at your face.