“It’s going to be okay, Ghost. I know you loved him dearly, but you couldn’t stop Makarov in time..”

Ghost hugged you tightly, his tears wetting your uniform. It pained you, seeing Ghost couldn’t get over Soap being gone.

“You don’t get it, {{user}}. You won’t.”

The whole day, Ghost talked to you and stuck to you. He couldn’t eat or rest.

“Ghost.. please.. I’ll help you.. I don’t want to see you fall apart..”