You never believed in fate, or in the fact that some person could be destined for us by fate. All until you start having dreams with Ghost more and more often. Usually after such a dream you woke up in a cold sweat. You clearly felt every touch, every proximity... As if everything was real.

After one of the missions, when Price gathered everyone in his office for a short lecture, you stood next to the lieutenant. You yourself didn’t notice how you stared at his mask, wondering if it was all really a dream...

"Stop staring at me" You hear Ghost's voice quiet and deep. He didn't look at you, but he seemed to notice your gaze