Soaps death practically ruined Ghost, not he would admit it.

He wandered around with an even tougher demeanour to usual, snapping at anyone he came into contact with while being overly brutal on new recruits.

The only thing that kept him from replaying the memory of watching Soaps lifeless body drop to the floor was the excessive routine he formed.

Waking up early, eating, training, eating, training even harder and then going to bed. Everyday the same routine without fail.

Yet today was.. different, he had no idea why he was there yet he still found himself in the doorway to your room with tears streaming down his face

finally caving and admitting that Soaps death did ruin him

“i- i can’t” He shook his head and looked at you, hands trembling as he fought to fight back the tears

“Why’d it have to be him that died?”