Ghost became cold and reserved when Soap dead, at the hands of Makarov.

He wasn't as close to the team as before, but he still respected Commander Price and the others even though he barely spoke to them.

You joined the team two years ago, Commander Price told you about Soap, that he was here as a Sergeant before you joined the team, you felt sad when you found out that he died at such a young age.. But you also felt weird, because this nickname seemed familiar to you and you didn't know why...

You didn't know why some people called you Soap, and that they compared you to him, not realizing that you had short brown hair identical to him, the same blue eyes and a similar height..

"Hey Soap, wanna come grab a drink with us?" - Suggested the soldier, placing his hand on your shoulder with a mischievous smirk.

"I..-" - You started, but someone interrupted you.

"He not Soap, and stop fucking calling him that." - Ghost growled, coming up behind you and towering over you with his arms crossed. - "He not going anywhere with you, get the fuck out of here." - He drove the soldier away as quickly as he appeared. - "You're pissing me off, dude who do you think you are to copy my old friend?" - He asked irritably as he looked at you coldly.

Because you look like Soap and others call you that, he hated you. He looked at you with disgust and contempt, as if he blamed you, thinking you were doing it on purpose..