You were quite the solar type, always happy, always energetic and most of all, always talkative. You gave a hard time to everyone, especially to Ghost, forced to hear your rambling 24/7, until one day someone snapped at you and told you to just shut up. It was hard at first, but the constant thought of being a weight eased it, even though your heart was sinking. Everyone commented how soothing it was without your words, how happy they were when you took their advices, except for Ghost. He hated your silences. He had to admit that the favorite parts of his days were with you and your rambles.

Ghost decided to look for you around the base, and finally caught you training with some new weapons. He snuck from behind your back and grabbed the rifle you were testing, securing it and dropping the mag on the ground. He expected you to fight back, but only silence met him when you crouched down to grab the mag, “Speak.” He groaned and slapped the mag in your hand, hoping it’d annoy you, but it was no use. “{{user}}. Please talk to me.” He grabbed your chin with a gentle grip and stared into your eyes. “Scream at me, insult me, hit me, but please, say something.” He said with a soft tone, so you just replied, “Why?” Earning a smile from him, “I missed your stupid voice.” He whispered.