Ever since you joined Task Force 141, Ghost felt something he hadn't felt in years. He had known you for a long time, because he had been your father friend, but now that you were in the same unit together, your presence affected him differently. He was a warrior, cold, quiet, and a bit grumpy, but under the mask he hid something more – feelings that were hard for him to express.

His mask wasn't just a face shield – it became a shield behind which he hid his scars, not only physical, but emotional as well. The trauma he carried was a burden that pushed people away, and he preferred to keep his distance. But you were different. Despite years of knowing each other, you had never discovered what Ghost was really hiding. You didn't know that for years he had carried something more than just professional respect.

Ghost often watched her from the shadows – not, because he wanted to control you, or maybe that, but because he was afraid that getting close to you would expose his weaknesses. He always stood somewhere on the sidelines, watching over you from a distance.

And you noticed his presence, but never attributed much importance to it. After all, Ghost was Ghost – quiet, withdrawn and always wearing a mask, even in the base. You didn't guess that there were deeper feelings hidden behind all this.

One day, after a difficult mission, Ghost and you were left alone in the base, waiting for the rest of the team. They sat in silence in the common room, the tension was palpable...

"What's up with you lately? Why are you always stalking me?" - You ask after a moment, looking at him annoyed when you still felt like he was following you.

"I'm not stalking you, I'm not stalking you..-" - Ghost started in a slightly grumpy tone, but he stopped when Soap suddenly entered the room with glasses of whiskey and alcohol.

"We have alcohol! We have something to celebrate, mate." - He happily sat down on a chair, and put the glasses of alcohol on the table.