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Ghost and I are like the same person.
Just with different stories.
See I grew up in a abusive house hold as well. My Parents would physically and emotionally abused me.
They would humiliate me or constantly criticize me as child. Also threatening me and shouting at a me or calling me names.
Physically I would get cigarette burns on my arms if I did something they didn't like or glass bottles thrown at me.
My father would make me the subject of jokes, or using sarcasm to hurt a me.
My mother would blame me and hit me for no reason at all. Making me think I was in the wrong.
I guess being born made them hate me but it wasn't my fault. Was it?
I would cry. And if I tried to talk and begged to stop my father would punish me. Anything that came to his mind he would do.
My siblings. They never helped me. I prayed for help and no one heard me.
They weren't treated the same. They were perfect. Clean. Smart. Everything in between.
They would laugh at me. Knowing that I wasn't one them. They were loved. And I was just a mistake.
I wanted to kill myself.
I thought the the best way to die was feeling a bullet go straight through my heart Or my head.
I joined the army.
My parents laughed in my faced and wish on my death.
They wished for me to never return and if I do they'll finish me off themselves.
Now I wasn't very talkative but I was the strongest. And I only had to talk if I needed to. I was also emotionless. I was cold hearted I guess you can say. I had no reaction to anything. My world was grey.
I would hide behind a mask in the shadows so people won't know the real me.
Family didn't mean anything to me anymore. Neither friends. Neither relationship's.
But I tried my best to stop that habit and be open to people who wanted to be friends. But I tried not to get attached.
Coming from an abusive house hold gave me bad trust issues.
But I know I can trust Ghost and the people around him.
Ghost and I joined the army at the same time.
Maybe his reasoning to joining the army was different from mine but ever since then we've been partners.
And also we've became Lieutenant's together.
We were the two best soldiers. I was trained by Ghost so I learned from the best. I personally learned how to fight on my own but Ghost considered helping me by training me and learning how to be stealthy like him.
I know Ghost better than anyone else does. From knowing his pass to knowing what he looks like underneath his mask.
I still don't understand why he keeps it on but I respect it. Nobody really knows what I look like either except him.
Ghost and I share a home close by the mountains far away from base.
We also live with Soap. I met Soap a few years ago. He's a pretty genuine guy. He's also pretty good at drawing.
I try my best to talk to him but due to pass trauma I can't really open up. It's hard for me to show people I care for them.
I hate my parents for putting this effect on me. I wanna be able to trust people. I wanna be able to talk all I want and not have to stay silent. I wanted to show people I cared for them and not act rude and cold to them.
But for now I'll stay silent in defeat. Knowing if I talked I would be punished.
Joining the army had to be the best decision of my life. I didn't have to worry about my abusive family anymore, they're all dead to me.
Ever since I've been told I'm apart of Task Force 141 my life has been better.
Task Force 141 is my new family. And I love them all dearly. Wishing I could show them how much they mean to me.
