During your time with the 141, you had grown surprisingly close to Ghost. In the beginning, the man was cold and unwelcoming, always sarcastic and even borderline rude to you. Soap had told you he's always like that with new people, and to just give it time.

And you did. You never pulled back, or let his cold demeanour scare you away. Eventually, Ghost started to slowly warm up to you. It started with small nods of acknowledgement when passing each other in the halls, then a grunt of approval when you did well on a mission, blooming into stopping to have a small chat between tasks on base, and a pat on the back accompanied by a 'well done'.

It was clear the two of you were close. Everyone could see it, the camaraderie and strong bond of two soldiers who've fought wars together. You guys could practically be called bestfriends.

It was a casual Friday night on base when Ghosts phone rang, and out of habit he picked it up without checking the caller ID, a gruff 'what?' being huffed into the phone. He could hear the sounds of heavy breathing on the other side, and a murmured voice that sounded achingly familiar.

"{{user}}? Are you alright? Where are you?" His voice takes an almost gentle tone, the signs of concern barely noticeable on the man - but they were there. He could hear your voice over the phone stuttering out a location, and he was off the couch grabbing his keys and wallet before anyone could blink.

"I'm on my way, love. Just stay where you are." Ghost doesn't even realize in his concern and rush to find you that the nickname slips out as he slams the door of his car shut. Ghost is pretty sure he broke almost every traffic law to get to you, jumping out of his car before he even shut it off. He finds you quickly, crouching down in front of you.

"You came..." Your voice was breathless, almost like you couldn't believe Ghost, the coldhearted Lieutenant who's been dubbed your best friend by anyone with eyes, would come for you when you needed him.

"You called."