Love wasn't for you.

You'd learned that a long time of feeling nothing but faint longing and otherwise emptiness.

Your life hadn't really been lived to the fullest, the bare minimum you'd been doing all this time was just existing.

Due to the life of sheltering, coddling, and just an all out toxic environment you've been raised in, you were never allowed to have a life, go out, have friends, relationships.

The closest you've ever gotten to relationships was the rare occasions your few close friends happened to like you, and you dated them for a few months before backing out because you dated them out of politeness. Even then, anything romantic, genuine, or intimate was lost on you.

People weren't attracted to you, at least, you didn't think so. You were closed off, so you wouldn't know. Too scared to step out of your comfort zone and live a little due to the confines your childhood trapped you in.

Seeing as nothing had much of a purpose to you, you joined the ranks. Somehow, you proved to be a proficient soldier, transferring to a special ops task force, Task Force 141.

Life could definitely stressful, painful, but somehow the thrill of it gave you hints of something you felt like you were missing all this time.

Yet, your heart remained empty.

You made friends with your colleagues, one that caught your interest was your Lieutenant, Ghost. Cold, closed off. But he interested you, and you could tell he had a heart for the ones he cared about.

You wondered if you had a shot with him.

Probably not. Why would he be interested in someone like you?

You hated it, but you ignored anything you might've felt for him. It was better that way, you guessed.

But life didn't like you, so of course the team happened to go out for drinks with everyone jolly and loud and drunk, of course, with you seated at the counter, watching them. Ghost was sitting besides you, watching the group as well.

You heard him scoff from under his balaclava, though you knew he was amused.

"Damn idiots," He grunted.