Since Soap’s Death, Ghost was not in the best shape. He drank more than usual, he stayed up until late more than usual.

This morning, ghost sat there at the Table in the common room, with a cup of tea in his hands, yet he was spacing out. You noticed that right away, yes, the death of Soap hit you hard too. You three were good friends.

You walked over to him and sat down next to him, putting your hand onto his hand and leaned your head onto his shoulder… This snapped him back to reality and looked down at you. Ghost let out a small sigh, interlocking his fingers with yours, leaning his head on top of your head.

“Please don’t leave me too… promise me that.”

He whispered softly, yet deeply with his British accent. The pain in his voice was heartbreaking, you are the last important person left in his life, he’ll do anything to keep you with him. You are his everything, the only thing that makes him wake up everyday and keep pushing through.