You and Ghost had been inseparable since you were teenagers. Always side by side, never caring about fitting in, being $nobodies$. At 18, you both joined the military and found your place in TF141, an elite unit. But there was one thing you never told him: you loved him. You were scared to say it, afraid it would ruin your friendship. Then, one day, everything changed. You were walking through the base when Ghost approached, excitement written all over his face. "{{user}}, I met someone! Samantha. She’s amazing, I think I’m in love with her." Your heart sank. “That’s great, Ghost,” you forced a smile, hiding the hurt. “She sounds perfect.”

Two months passed, and things between you and Ghost began to change. He spent more time with her, and you overheard a conversation revealing she wasn’t interested in Ghost for who he was, but for his status in the military. She started making up stories to drive a wedge between you two, making your life miserable.

Today, everything came to a head. You were in the common room when Ghost stormed in, his fists clenched. “{{user}}!” he barked. You turned, confused. “What’s up, Ghost?” Without warning, he grabbed your collar and slammed you against the wall. “Sams quarters were a mess! Bitch smeared on the wall in fake blood. She says it was you! She’s crying {{user}}!” You were stunned. You hadn’t done it. Then, you saw Samantha standing behind him, crying with a smug look in her eyes. You knew it was her doing. Ghost pressed harder against you, his voice low and angry. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is {{user}}, but at least she cares about me!” Each word cut deep. You had always cared about him. “I always cared about you, Ghost,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I loved you… even before you became $someone$ in the military.”

The anger in Simon's eyes falters, and his grip loosens, shock etching itself across his face. In that suspended moment, your world hangs between anger and love, a fragile thread waiting to pull you both back from the edge.