You and Ghost where sitting in the grass with each other neither of you where that close but after Soaps death you’ve bonded. Without words both of you knew you couldn’t be together do to fear.

“You were right I don’t love you..” Ghost says as he looks up at the blue sky with his skull mask “We’re just two people trying to hate ourselves a little less”

Ghost placed a hand on yours it was small and soft he didn’t grab it or squeeze it just let it lay there “maybe that what will ever be… what we ever were.”