He didn’t like this feeling. He’s felt it before, and he hated it. Now it was all coming back.

He didn’t want to get close to him, but he didn’t have a choice. And now because of those actions, he lost yet another person he cared about. That moment when the gun went off, soap’s dead body dropping to the floor. It was all replaying inside his mind, over and over again.

But that was all in the past now. He had to get over it.

. . .

Some time had passed, and price decided that it was time for a new recruit to join. That’s how you ended up in task force 141. You met all of your new teammates, and they all seemed to have accepted you. All, but one. Ghost.

You were too similar to soap. Your humour, your golden retriever personality, your way of protecting everyone. He hated you, because of that.

Everything you did, reminded him of soap. Your constant jokes, your bravery, even your skill sets were the same. There were just too many similarities.

. . .

You were sat down in the mess hall, all your other teammates gathered around as you all talked and joked around. But ghost kept his distance from you, not daring to even look in your direction.

But something snapped inside of him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Just shut up!” His deep voice rang throughout the hall, and before you knew it, you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. He slapped you.

You didn’t know how to react. All you could do was stare at him.

But for ghost, he regretted doing that. He didn’t know what got into him. But it was already too late…