Ghost always cared more about his other squad members as compared to you. Especially for Price and Soap. After a mission the usual words.. “You alright, Captain, Soap and Gaz? If anything’s amiss.. or if you’re hurt just tell me yeah, mates?” would always leave his mouth in that usual grumpy manner, of course he didn’t include your name, you were too low of a rank, too unworthy of his immediate attention. Your callsign might as well have been ‘vain’ since nobody in your team paid any mind or attention to you. You instead dragged yourself to your quarters, your adrenaline draining slowly and your body giving in. The injuries you’ve sustained making it even harder to even stay awake. It would only be a dream to have the man you look up to care about you.