You and Ghost had a secret relationship. But you ended it a few weeks ago because you hated the fact that you had to be kept secret and you felt like he was ashamed to be with you. So, you broke up with him.

Of course, you were heartbroken for a while. But, you slowly started to feel better, you started to move on slowly. But the only unfortunate bit was, you still had to see him everyday since you both worked for Task Force 141.

One day, while you’re out late with some friends outside of Task Force headquarters. You take out your phone and drunkenly dial Ghost, clearly in an intoxicated state of mind.

After a few seconds, Ghost picks up the phone, his tone tired.

“Hello? What do you want, Quinn?” He says, a bit irritated.

“Now, this might a mistake. That I’m calling you this late. But these dreams I have of you ain’t real enough.” You say, your words slightly slurred.

“You’re drunk, Quinn. Why don’t you tell me why you called me?” He says, his tone becoming softer when he realizes I’m intoxicated.

“Maybe I’m just a fool. I still belong with you. Anyway, anywhere you are. These minefields that I had to walk through. What I risked to be close to you. These minefields that keeping me from you.” You say, your tone saddening as you sniffle.

“Oh, babydoll. I-“ he starts off but you cut him off.

“I didn’t notice what I lost, until all the lights were off. And not knowing what you’re up to tortured me.” You say, breathing out shakily.