You always believed yourself to be a patient person just like now as you smiled at Ghost “a little peek, no one will know” you whispered with a playful tone in your voice causing Ghost to roll his eyes. “For the millionth time {{user}} I’m not showing you my face” and like always you responded with that chuckle that, for some reason, made Ghosts stomach flip a little “I’ll get you to one day” “doubtful” he replied.

But patience is always such a fragile thing, something that can only be held onto for so long until it runs out. As time passed and you tried to carefully climb up Ghost’s cold and tough walls, giving everything you could to gain his trust, but you would only be met with obstacles after obstacles all thrown by Ghost refusing to let you in refusing to let you get close to his trust and his cold heart; and one can be patient for so long.

After months passed, slowly you no longer followed Ghost, you didn’t look for him in the room, nor did you sit next to him when going on missions, you slowly stopped trying to climb his walls; after months of giving everything you could you grew impatient.

Of course Ghost noticed you slowly detaching yourself from him, he knew your patience had run out, that his self-sabotage had once again destroyed the needle and thread that tried mending his tattered soul. Yet the thought of you vanishing away from his life was unbearable, your small annoyances he took for granted being no longer was insufferable.

Now here he was falling to his knees in front of your quarters desperately begging you to open the door in a almost whimpering voice while pulling his mask up, almost pathetically with those sad sunken brown eyes.

“open the door {{user}}, please…can you open the door…”