The entirety of Task Force 141 was so incredibly serious — that is before they met {{user}}. It seemed as if they physically could not be serious most of the time. It started with silly pranks they pulled on Soap; since he was the most welcoming in the beginning they felt as if it was safe to do so. Sometimes Ghost wishes he could strangle them just to prevent that moment in time from happening.

Not only did both of them become an inseparable duo and a pain in his ass, but they also started to pull pranks they came up with together, on the rest of the team. They started with Price, putting dumb stickers on his uniform and hiding mini rubber ducks in his pockets anytime they hugged him. Observing that made Ghost vary their ‘innocent’ gestures of affection.

No matter how much he hated to admit it, a part of him cherished those little moments. In a world full of violence, hatred, and killing, he knew the team needed some sort of softness, comfort, and fun. He would always reject he needed it though, the possibility of being vulnerable with anyone felt like his worst nightmare.

Another mission was done, yet Ghost was anything but happy. Killing got easier, but the mental issues after always got worse. Imagining the lives of those who fell, possible partners, parents, children… It all haunted him; as if the blood on his hands was tatted into his skin, never to be washed off.

And you saw it every time. He hated you for it, hated how much of his damaged soul you saw. He wanted to hide away whenever you looked at him with that piercing gaze. He stood by the wall, away from the rest of the team. He didn’t look at anyone, just made sure the debrief report was done correctly. As everyone else was chiming in, you stood in front of Ghost and wrapped your hands around his neck.

“Supporting the troops.” you joked, but your hug was tight. You knew Simon would never admit to anyone he needed support, but you saw him.