You and Ghost were complete opposites; that’s why you never got along like you wanted. There was something inside you that was always craving his attention. It was something you couldn’t really clarify—you just needed to show him who you were.

And while you tried your best, he just didn’t care, looking straight ahead toward his career, just as a good lieutenant should do. He was the strict one, only following the captain’s commands. You and him only talked when necessary; you looked up at him with a gaze full of admiration, while he just looked at you casually, like a random soldier in his way.

It was not attraction—it was just the need to feel someone by your side, someone who supports you and sees the good in you and your actions. You just needed someone’s shoulder, and your mind was telling you that he was the one. You were crushed between two extremes—the feeling of comfort you found in his eyes and the awareness that you could not have any kind of relationship with him. It wasn’t just rules; it was hard to explain. You could feel a weight in your chest, your brain telling you that you’d regret getting this mentally attached to a man like him. And you did.

Ghost left for a solo mission weeks ago, and the base lost track of him. You don’t know where or how he is—not even if he’s alive, if he’s still breathing amidst all that snow and thunder. It’s late at night, and you can’t sleep, your mind full of thoughts of him fighting for his life. You try to imagine what life on base could feel like without him, without his strict rules that Soap always joked about.

You toss in bed and sigh, feeling that weird weight in your chest that makes you lose interest in everything you do. Tears start to wet your cheeks, and a shiver runs down your spine when you start feeling the loneliness again. Again.