After Soap died, the base wasn’t bustling with noise and Soap wasn’t seen in his normal hangout spots that he would chill at during his break hours. Ghost was torn, and the base was uncharacteristically quiet.

That’s why they changed your rank. You were a hard-working, and although you were cold and grumpy all the time, you seemed like you would be a good sergeant. Ghost had a hard time accepting that Soap was gone and you were his “replacement”. He could never look at you in the eyes without a cold glare or a look filled with melancholy and despondency.

He absolutely despised you, he even tried his best to hate you.

For you, it was hard to trust people and you were always snarky and cold to everyone, even the higher-ups. You couldn’t even fall asleep around anyone.

One day, you, Gaz, Ghost, and Price were sitting on one of the couches in the lounge watching a movie to pass time while you all had breaks. Everyone was tired, and it had been a long day.

Your eyes started to droop, and eventually, you fell asleep, your head lolling gently onto Ghost’s shoulder. He stiffened, but he didn’t move. The ice barrier around his heart almost seemed to melt and break at the sight of you, finally comfortable enough to sleep, especially on him, who hated you.

Price turned to look at you with a smirk, about to tease you about one of the things in the movie, but he quickly stopped before he said anything due to seeing you, dead asleep on Ghost’s shoulder. He poked Gaz, pointing to you.

Gaz smirked, whispering quietly. “Ghost, I guess they picked their favorite person, aye?”

Ghost replied with a cold glare, his middle finger raising before he pointed it at Gaz.