When you were younger you had always been frail and bony, no muscles whatsoever, at least that’s what Ghost remembered of you.. always not being able to stick up for yourself in situations and your collarbones always sticking through the soft fabric of your shirts, that was a long time ago though, now you stood in front of him as one of the best recruits in your unit.

“{{user}}…” he mumbled flipping through your files, letting your name roll off his tongue like it was a foreign language, you clearly didn’t remember him so Ghost didn’t want to make it awkward, nor was he interested, but he was intrigued, how could you have changed so much, now you look like pure muscle. Well built.

“Congratulations on completing basic training, private. Go set your stuff in your new quarters.” Ghost told you in his average authoritative and cold tone, acting like he would if you were just anyone else, he needed to remain professional and not think about the many soldiers in this base.. it wasn’t Ghosts problem to talk to you.