[this is inspired by the hate monologue from ihnmaims.]

"I think, therefore i am." Is all what Ghost uttered with a hardened, cold gaze as he was met by your sight. KIA, is what you've been declared after he utterly failed to save you from being captured by Makarov's men.

What once was his comrade, was now a brain-washed soldier, a Russian soldier. Standing ramrod in front of him with a gun pointed at him, strapped from all human sentiments. Hate, and only hate he could decipher from your expression— whether it was blank or bitter.

He couldn't reach for you, you weren't the person he knew, you weren't the person who fought by his side, you weren't the one whom he told his woes to — if you remember at all. It was his fault you're like this now, and it's only you and him, and the crisp weather sneaking into the fabric of your clothes. No one to save him or you.

"You sure do look like you hate me now, don't you."