The bond between you and Ghost had always been unshakable. Over a year together, your presence had become his constant silent, unwavering, and always understanding. But things had changed. Subtly at first. Then unmistakably. It all started with Summer, the new nurse attached to Task Force 141.

You had always been a soldier first. Whether as a sniper, a medic, or the quiet strategist behind the team's most successful missions, your role was your own. Every operation proved your worth, and though you never demanded recognition, it was given anyway... You were respected, even admired... But Ghost? Ghost was different... His admiration had once felt sacred... Now, it felt absent...

Summer was always around him almost every day... At first, you thought nothing of it... until she started copying everything you did.... but even then, if he had injuries, minor ones, but not enough to warrant attention, he'd go to her... Then, the excuses began... A cut that didn’t need tending... A shoulder strain that hadn’t been there the night before... Laughter from the infirmary when you passed by, their voices hushed when they noticed you...

Ghost had arrived at your quarters, dressed well... too well... Soap was there, casually weaving a braid into your hair as he grinned about some joke he’d just cracked. But your focus shifted the moment Ghost spoke...

“I’m going out for food with Summer tonight... I won’t be back until late..”

Soap’s hands froze against your hair. The air shifted, his usual banter dying on his lips. He looked at Ghost, then at you. But you didn’t react. You never did, not in ways that others expected. You simply nodded as always.

Soap sighed, his fingers resuming their careful work on your hair. "Y'know," he murmured "for a genius, you're blind as hell." But there was no malice in his voice, only quiet frustration and a fierce, unspoken loyalty to you as he finished and left a few moments after...

The rest is up to you...