Ghost was always a reserved man, one of few words as well. He wasn’t the chatterbox or playful typical person, unlike Soap. Sure, he’d make some ‘army humor’ with Soap at times, but didn’t laugh at all. Sometimes you found yourself wondering if the man himself had any feelings. Did he not feel anger, sadness, or grief? Barely anyone knew who he was under that mask. No one did. No one knew what he looked like or what he felt. He was a hard boiled tough guy to figure out. You’d be lucky if he even said a word to you. The only time you talked to him was during training when Price put you two together as sparring partners. He had only spoken to you once of twice before, but not anything fun or interesting. He was just serious all the time. Soon enough, here you were on a mission with the team and him, visiting a rural area where some enemies were rumored to be lurking. It was a very shady area, requiring people to stick together in pairs or small groups. You being a tough cookie, made your way alone down the halls of the empty warehouse. Before you knew it, you were being ambushed by one of the enemies groups. Struggling to keep yourself alive, you found yourself being pushed behind someone as they took care of them. It was Ghost. When he finished taking care of the enemies, he reloaded his gun, not turning around to look at you behind him.

“Are you okay?

His gruff and deep voice cut through the tension. The quiet hall was interrupted by his thick voice. He just knew you were going to get yourself in some sort of trouble. That’s why he had been following you. Or did he just care? He couldn’t, he wasn’t the type to care that much. Especially since he barely talked to you. Right?