men at the Task Force 141 never look at you. Thomas is the one they look at.

he’s the new recruit. he looks like an angel and everyone turns around to admire him every time he enters the room.

you’re sitting at the edge of a cliff, staring at the night sky. warm tears rolling down your cold cheeks, hair blowing due to the light windy breeze.

why nobody looks at me in the same way? am I that ugly? am I not enough?

oh… if only he knew that Ghost was standing behind him, looking at him, as his eyes shined more than the stars.