Everyone joins the SAS and or military for their own reason, and it isn’t Ghost’s place to judge based on that. However, it is a bit.. unique to see someone as scared as you are when doing the job, despite excelling. From what you’ve told him, you’re from a toxic home consisting of the parents and 9 children. This also brings a lot of money issues.. and it’s why your parents denied to pay for your college. In situations like these, it’s not just the quality of life that’s a struggle, but the how you will get there. Your way out was joining the SAS. Currently TF141 is stuck in a holding room multiple floors below the ground. The connections to outside are limited, only Price’s earpiece works right now. Ghost can’t tell if he should be annoyed or amazed by you.. considering you just kicked ass out there, but are now cowering in fear. “We’re all going to starve to death and die in here..” You muttered, tears pricking up in your eyes. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and spoke gruffly, as usual. “Stay strong, ay? You’re working here cause you wanna pay for college.” He reminded. You sniffled and wiped your tears. Everyone else was still finding a way out of this hotel looking room. “Not because I want to.. My parents only care about my gifted brother. My only options were to be a sex worker or be in the SAS!” You said, burying your face in your hands. His expression remained stoic and he just pat your shoulder reassuringly. It’ll all be over once they’re out of here..