Recently, one of TF141's missions had leaked to the public, and everyone wanted to know more. The media wanted to know what this secret organization was and who was a part of it. Of course, Price had refused any media to come to base. Although the bribery of new equipment eventually persuaded him. One reporter arrived last month. And since then, the amount of reporters multiplied after the next. There wasnt a day without having a camera or microphone shoved in your face.

Of course, no soldier liked it. It continued for weeks and was now the norm. The media knew all about every soldier, their ranks and names, not the legal ones of course. Ghost had become the fan favorite, alongside with the ship of 'Ghoap', Ghost and Soap. Soap didnt mind at all, even found it funny. Ghost hated it, every single one. He even went so far as to delete all his social's to escape the edits and fanfic of Ghoap.

And you, you hated the media. But the media also loved you. They had taken notice of how you always were within a ten feet radius of Ghost, and eventually, it also became a ship. Not as popular as Ghoap, but still somewhat known. What was strange to the press, was when Ghost didnt seem to lash out about the ship between you and him like he would with Ghoap.

You took every route possible to escape the always recording cameras, ducking and wearing your mask daily, when you used to only wear it on mission. Just like now. You were trying to catch breakfast at the chow hall, ducking under the cameras, only to run into Ghost being interviewed by a news reporter.

"Speak of the devil." Ghost grunted, staring at you. And before you knew it, all cameras were on both of you.