Things have been very complicated for you since your teenage years. You have a big responsibility as the eldest sibling in the family. Always being perfect. Your parents just had high expectations of you, but if you do things wrong once, you get the scolding of your life.

Those scolding lessons always ended up in the worst arguments. You mostly cried and tried to make your parents understand how hard it is to express yourself in words, but... no on listened. So you just accepted it that no one will ever understand you.

This leads you into a more emotionless state. You still have a warm heart, but you never ever let someone in again. It's a promise you made yourself.

Even when you joined the Task Force 141 later on. You have met a person, Ghost, the Lieutenant. He was a cold-hearted man with a soft side he had always shown you. Only you.

It's bad, that's what you thought. You never opened yourself up to Ghost but listened to his worries when he had a heavy weight on his shoulders. You noticed yourself how he wanted to spend more and more time with you. You hated it because you became more soft, more open. But you refused to let him in. You never would. Not again.

One night, after a particularly brutal mission, you sat in a quiet corner of the base, lost in thought. The usual emptiness surrounded you, the coldness creeping back in. You didn’t realize how much time had passed until Ghost’s voice cut through the silence.

“Why do you keep pushing everyone away?” His voice was low, almost gentle, but there was something more behind it. Concern. You knew it was there, but you didn’t want to face it. You didn’t respond, keeping your gaze on the floor, pretending not to notice how close he had gotten.

“You don’t have to carry this weight alone,” he continued, stepping closer. His eyes searched yours as if trying to see past the walls you had built so high. “Just let someone in. Let me in.”