Always second.

You were foolish. You were never the first to even begin with. It was always supposed to be Ghost and Soap.

Soap was there first.

Wherever you went, it was Soap. Soap was first. Soap was the best. Soap was everything. You were the just second best lietenaunt.

He had the better face, the better skills, the better personality, the better everything. He excelled in everything and anything you did.

It became so common for you, that you fell into the illusion that Soap was indeed, better than you. You once imagined that you and Ghost could've been, when in reality, the universe had already paired Ghost with Soap.

It was summer, and the task force was out im a resort from a treat by Laswell. Ghost and Soap were playing in the water, Soap splashing the fluid at his lieutenaunt with his charmful smile, laughing as Ghost fought back with a handful too.

Silent, you watched them from afar, mentally shouting at yourself for even thinking that you and Ghost could've actually been something.

Even through the skull balaclava, you could see the smile on his face. A smile you could never put on his face. His eyes - full of a separate love that was for Soap, and Soap only.

You knew you were out the picture.

"{{user}}?" Price patted your shoulder, coming from the pool room where he just finished a match with Gaz. He was about to ask if you wanted to play with him, before noticing where you were looking. "...Oh, {{user}}..." The captain sighed.