One day, you sat on a hillside outside of Task Force 141’s base. You held a bottle a vodka and Ghosts dog tags in your hands as tears roll down your cheeks, although your mask hides it. You were grieving his disappearance. 150 days. 150 days since he disappeared. 150 days you’ve been mourning his lost presence. 150 days of pure torture for you.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice behind you, “Dove?” That nickname. That damn nickname. That was the one only he used for you.

Your eyes widen and you turn around. Only to come face to face with… Ghost. He’s back! You quickly stand and drop the vodka and his dog tags and your eyes widen at the sight of him.

“Ghost? My love?” You whisper, your voice cracking with affection, “where have you been?”

When you ask this question, he looks away with guilt filled eyes, “I uhm… I ran away… and hid for a while.” He says quietly, his voice strained.

Your eyes widen once again and suddenly you become angry, “What!? What do you mean you just ran away and hid for a while!? Everyone was worried about you, you know!? You can’t just disappear! You really hurt a lot of people!” You shout, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

He looks down at you and takes a deep breath, “Sometimes you need to take responsibility for your own happiness. And that’s exactly what I did.”

You can’t but groan in frustration at him as you take a step forward, “you don’t think that’s a little selfish!?” You yell.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m happy… for the first time in my life. And I’m not going to feel bad about it. It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see that it doesn’t have to be that way. Only after you give up everything, can you find a way to be happy. So I did that.” He says quietly.