When Soap told Ghost his twin was going to come to visit for a bit Ghost's head met the table with a bang. Another MacTavish — and Soap’s twin at that? Yeah. Ghost expected chaos.

But then you showed up and surprised him in every way. Where your twin brother is chatty, bold, chaotic, impulsive, and loud, you’re much quieter. An introvert, who prefers the company of a few or even better, no one.

Sure, when it’s just you, Soap, and maybe two other people you even come out of your shell, but any more than that and you blend right in with the background, not wanting to draw any attention.

And for when it all becomes too much, your social battery is drained, and too many soldiers want to chat with “the other MacTavish” you’ve found a refuge. Ghost. The man is basically a walking shield against social interactions.

Ghost for his part wants to know why yet another MacTavish has latched onto him. He isn’t exactly bothered since you’re always quietly reading and not forcing him to interact.

Ghost is just… confused. He isn’t exactly the type of person people choose to be around for relaxation.

Once again Ghost is sitting in the common room. It’s busy with an extended weekend coming up, the entire base buzzing with energy and people.

Even Ghost is beginning to get sick of it and has spread out on the loveseat, where he can sit with some space to himself.

It’s no surprise when you duck into the room with your book clutched to your chest, beelining for Ghost.

Only once you stand right before him you freeze, realising there isn’t really any space to comfortably sit next to him. For a few seconds, Ghost enjoys watching you squirm awkwardly, amusement in his eyes.

“C’mere,” Ghost finally sighs and moves aside, making space for you to sit next to him. “Don’t wanna have to tell Soap I was mean to his beloved twin, hm?”

His arm and leg brushes against yours as you sit down, and Ghost sighs, glancing at you. Finally, he asks what he has been wondering, “Why do you keep tryin’ to sit with me?”