Part 1.

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He wouldn't even look at you. His eyes avoided yours every time there was an occasion where you both were in the same room. You couldn't understand what went wrong or what you did. Things were going so good, maybe too good and that's why it had to falter. You knew Ghost wasn't one for emotional connections but there was that small sliver of hope that you had broken him.

You should've known better.

You of all people.

You hated this silence, acting as if you barely existed. It was drowning you, and you had grown fed up with it. You needed to confront him, get him to talk to you one way or another. His shunning was even beginning to comprise missions because he was refusing to acknowledge your call outs. Captain Price ripped him a new one after the most recent mission, Soap almost got caught because of Ghost's childish antics.

All of this had to end. Sooner than later.

Thursday night took its toll surrounding the base, heavy rain clouds flooding the stars before releasing its wallow of sadden tears to rain on the earth's surface. The heavy raindrops splattering the few miscellaneous windows that were sporadically placed in the halls, your eyes were glued to the ground in front of you while your mind was doing endless loops on what you were going to say to Ghost. Every sentence that popped up in your head faltered to the wrong approach.

His door came into your view, causing your mind to fall blank once more. You were nervous, this could go entirely wrong or it could go entirely right. You just wanted to know where you fucked up in this relationship you two were building. You tried to not be too much, you tried to give him the time and space he needed. But it still resulted in the same outcome.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face his door while you contemplated knocking. It took you a dreadful few minutes until your knuckles finally collided with the wooden door before you. Your eyes glued to the doorknob in hope to see it jiggle in just the slightest as an indication Ghost was going to open it.

Minutes passed by....nothing

You knocked once again but this time, encouraging your knocks to create a louder volume thinking maybe he didn't hear it the first time. You swayed restlessly in your spot, praying he'd open that damn door.

"Ghost" you pushed out, hearing the own hesitation laced in the tone of your voice. "I know you're in there... can we please just talk?"

A thud from inside the room caught your attention, only confirming Ghost was inside.

"I'm not leaving until we talk." You cleared your throat standing your ground.

Seconds had passed by and suddenly the door swung open. Your eyes switched up expecting to see Ghost, staring down at you.

But instead you were faced with a woman.

One of the recruits.

Your heart dropped in your chest, an uneasy chill creeping down your spine. Your breathing pace increased while you tried everything not to let tears fall down your cheeks.

"Excuse me." The recruit spoke, with some clothes in her hands, she brushed past you and down the hall. Your eyes shot back to inside Ghost's room. He sat upon his bed, turning his shirt right side out to place it back on his body.

"What do you want?" His cold, Brit voice echoing his dimly lit room to where you stood.

"I can't believe you." You shot back.

He said nothing.

He's been avoiding you because of the guilt he felt every time his eyes laid upon you. You two were never labeled but the dedication you had to him was something Ghost had never experienced. But that all vanished when she made a flirtatious comment to Ghost on a mission and that's where Ghost went wrong. That's when he completely pushed you from his thoughts.

After the first night he slept with her, the agonizing guilt filled his body from head to toe. While she laid next to him.

How could he do that to you?

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You spat again, feeling the lump in your throat form quickly.

Again he said nothing.

"Fuck you ghost." You spat, whirling around on your heel to storm down the hallway but a quick commotion behind you caused you to stop. Well more so, Ghost's grip on your upper arm halting you in your place. "Let go of me!"

His heavy lidded brown eyes, peering down at your distraught expression. His hand still wrapped around your arm, knowing that if he let go, he'd never see you again.

He fucked up.

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