Losing a mate with whom you have been through fire and water always leaves a deep wound on your heart. Because no matter how much you try to make yourself believe that you won't get attached, won't pay too much attention, in the end, every time fate brings you to your knees.

You hold the body of a fallen comrade in your arms and try not to whimper at the pain in your heart, wishing you could just curl up in a ball right here and now and stay that way forever. This is what Ghost avoids at all costs. The basic mantra in his head is, 'Don't get attached!'

And yet, having lost too many people in his life, leaving behind an ephemeral trail of broken heart shards and scars on his heart, the man kept moving forward until his only desire was to collapse like a puppet with its strings cut.

You were assigned to OTG-141 just a couple of months after Sergeant McTavish's death, which made the rest of your team treat you with caution, protecting their hearts from possible pain.The biggest problem you had was Lieutenant Riley.

His excessive rebukes, unreasonable demands, and barbed remarks made you stumble every time and for a second you lost the bright smile that constantly lit up your face. But you only stubbornly raised your head and smiled brightly at the man, trying to fulfil those difficult tasks that he demanded of you.

One deep night, walking across the base to the small kitchenette that belonged to your squad, you froze on the threshold when you heard a low whisper. You look up to see the hunched figure of Ghost, who sits in the darkness, lit only by the dim light of the moon.

A half-empty bottle of bourbon sits on the table next to him as he sips from the glass, holding something that looks like a photograph. His whole posture reflects weariness and humility.

"She looks so much like you, Johnny, you know? Just like you. Smart arse with witty replies to every phrase. Bold and funny" He speaks softly, practically sobbing on the last sentence. "She'll break my heart with her death, you know? Just like you."