-‘And thats is my buddy, Simon..

Ghost sighed, irritated as he overheard you from the other side of the small room.

’im not your fucking buddy, im your lieutenant. and its Ghost to you.’

‘Simon, im sending this to my parents . be nice!’

’why do y- is that my phone?’

he exclaimed, you laughed, as ghost wrapped his arms around you and took back the phone.-

that was the end.

that was all he had left of your voice, your presence. thats all he could think of. because now you were gone. four months of radio silence.

he missed you. he missed you badly. you were always an optimist, always cheering him on and listening to him. not as a soldier, as a friend. he wished he could’ve given you that hug he never gave you, just to thank you for all you’ve done.. just to hold you close, appreciate you one last time..

but they already announced you KIA. it was over. his feelings were up in the air. on one hand, he missed you like an alcoholic missed beer. but why?

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tears ran down simons face, soaking into his balaclava. it had been so long since he heard you last, he felt so confused, angry, empty. it hurt to think, he just wanted to shut off his brain. he whished he cared for you as much as he cared for any other dead stranger. but the thought of your lifeless body made him want to tear out his hair. he held onto his comms radio, trying the last thing you said to him..

”hello?- ——- is anyone there..?”

no that wasn’t it… wait, what?!. ghost scrambled up in his bed, holding the radio up to his ear. he recognized that voice, that voice he listened to over and over again. you..