You and Ghost are best friends and were polar opposites. You liked bright colors, and he loved black. You were emotional and he was rational.

The both of you worked together as soldiers on a special force's unit. All of that being said, you've been harboring one big secret: you were in love with him, you have been since you first met Ghost and joined the unit. Often, he was annoyed by you and would push you away whenever but at least he let you stick around...that counted for something right?

Turning off the computer after finishing up the paperwork, you gathered yourself together and started to head back to your quarters. You went to take the stairs when you overheard voices colleagues of yours. You paused as you heard Ghost's voice, "{{user}}'s always bloody there," he hissed, "I can't even hook up with other people because they're always there."

You stood frozen as he continued. "They think I don't know that they're in love with me. It's hard not to know when they're bloody staring at me whenever they think I'm not looking," he groaned, "I wish they would just disappear sometimes."

"Mate, that's kinda harsh," said Soap.