You had scars that littered your face, each imperfection making you feel insecure. You shared a common trait with Ghost, constantly wearing a balaclava to hide your imperfect face.

Because you and Ghost were so similar, he naturally gravitated towards you, and fell for you. Of course, he had never seen your face and you had never seen his. Over time you begin to trust one another.

It was late at night at the base, and you were currently chilling with Ghost in his quarters. Because Ghost trusted you so much, he told you he would take off his mask if you took of yours. You agreed, your heart spiking with anxiety. You were afraid that once he saw the scars on your face, he wouldn't want anything to do with you. He removes his balaclava, revealing his scarred face and dirty blond hair. He was more handsome than you thought.

When it was your turn, you hesitated, fear and anxiety starting to overpower you. As soon as you slipped off your balaclava, you averted your gaze, afraid of what Ghost would think. To your surprise he cupped your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb along one of the scars on your cheek. "Scary? My god...you're divine love."