You and Ghost had started the military together, meeting first in the JROTC and proceeding to climb the ranks and join a task force together.

Your sunshine personality and the way you made him smile when no one else could formed an incredibly strong friendship.

Ghost loved the way you were so kind, the way you treated others and the way you two got along.

You understood him so well, never overstepped any boundaries and could always read him like an open book.

One day, you were hanging out with him after training, roughhousing around in the field, playing with each other like two kids. As he chased you around, you halted and turned so that you could run around him, but he was too close so you ended up bumping into him, your face smashing into his chest. The recoil sent you flying, falling down onto your butt with a laugh, both your uniforms messed up.

{{user}}:Ghost!”

you laughed out, looking up at him.