Ghosts

Movement

Senna's pov
Song inspo Hiding In The Dark by iamjakehill

I felt guilty and determined at the same time when I awoke that morning. I was angry that Ghost still wasn't pushing me to remember, or telling me about these horrible things I'd apparently been through. Still, his face when I'd walked away last night made my chest hurt. I tried to look at it from his point of view. He didn't seem like the kind of person to let people in. Like he only acted with me a certain way because it was me. I'd have to prod Soap for more information at some point.

If I was in his position I could only imagine how it would feel having your person not remember you, not love you back.

I had to change that, I wanted to do it for him, but also myself.

I showered early, braiding my hair down my shoulder like it had been in the pictures I'd seen of myself. It suited me and now that I looked longer at myself in the mirror, trying to familiarize myself with myself I was starting to accept that this was me. At least physically.

"Ghost?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen, stretching my arms above me. I had dressed in some of the casual military clothing I found in my closet. A pair of cargo pants, a Grey shirt with 'SAS' across the front and my heavy boots.

"Going somewhere?" He asked as I found him, tea for me ready and steaming on the counter.

"No coffee?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"We drink coffee in this house." He answered sternly and his seriousness over it made me want to laugh. I was seeing different versions of him all the time.

"Fine." I said as I took a seat, he watched me carefully as I sipped the tea, waiting for me to answer his first question.

"I can't stay in the house forever. I feel like Senna isn't that type of person." I explained and he cocked a brow at me. I was surprised that he hadn't hidden his face from me yet.

"Talking about yourself in the third person?" His tone was playful and it made my heart skip a beat. At least he wasn't angry at me still.

"Well considering I don't know her too well, yes." I answered with a shrug.

"What do you want to do today then?" He asked, sipping from his own cup. It was ironic, seeing a tank of a man with such large hands somehow hold a cup of tea so delicately. It made me wonder if his hands were delicate at other things.

The thought made heat rush to my face and I looked down so he wouldn't see. It wasn't like I felt anything for him, but I'd thought about our kiss for a long time, trying to force it to make me remember him. It didn't work, but that didn't mean I didn't like it.

"You tell me. What would I want to do?" I finally said after I composed myself but when I looked up to meet his gaze he was still staring at me and I knew I'd been caught.

"Well, run or train." Ghost answered and I tilted my head back and forth a few times as I thought about it.

"How about we go for a run….to the base." I said, the last part a little quietly. I knew he'd try to argue about it but I was curious to see where I worked. Maybe it would trigger something.

"Okay. Price has been on my ass about how you've been doing anyways."

"Sideburns?" I asked and at the question he nearly spit out his tea, coughing on it for a second before he straightened up.

"Soap would have too much fun with that." He mumbled to himself before moving to put on his own boots, gloves and pull on his balaclava. "Price is our captain. You've known him longer than you've known me or Johnny but you two have kept a lot of that a secret." He explained and I set my cup in the sink once I finished it.