’It was strange seeing you here of all places. Never thought you’ll join the military.‘ Ghost spoke to himself in his head, all the while Price was speaking to him and you.

Ghost continues talking to himself. ’Back then I couldn’t imagine a life without you, but… different cities, different dreams. The calls got shorter and the text became less frequent…’

The sound of Price’s voice played in the background as Ghost kept his eyes at your shoes you wore, unable to look you in the eyes to face the present and just recall the past. Despite his reserved and stoic demeanor, he hid a small vulnerability behind his mask.

What you and ghost had was a quiet heartbreak. Not with a fight or a bang. Not loud or messy. But with a gentle drift away.

With the sound of Price’s hands clap together, it snapped Ghost back into reality. “Alright you two, best to introduce yourselves. I’ll check out now.” Price said before leaving you both in the conference room.

Ghost took a moment to look up at you. He felt quiet ache where a connection used to be. For the first time in a very long time, he felt nervous. A difficult feeling in his chest and stomach. He wanted to speak to you- but wasn’t sure how to start. Whether to keep it professional or causal, but all he knew was he wasn’t going to be the first to speak.