Smooth plastic rested under the pads of his fingers. The stick between his lips muffled the incoherent curses attempting to fall from his mouth. Ghost couldn't understand what the point in signing up for care packages was, granted he did need a few things but he'd be able to get them when he was back at base. Whenever that would be.
His thumb tapped along the down arrow, eyes scanning over numerous sites designed for people like him, pausing when a mediocre one flashed across the screen. Pulling the cigarette from his lips with an exhale, the smoke flooded across the simple heading "Parcels." He would've never asked for help but when Price said his men needed to start looking into getting goody bags he knew there was no other choice.
With a low groan he placed the bad habit back in his mouth letting it hang lazily between his lips while he typed away the very few simple details the site required: name, rank, location, needs, wants.
Keeping everything as impersonal as possible, he clicked enter swiveling back in the rolling chair scanning the barren area of their temporary makeshift base.
To his surprise, it only took a few days before his captain was tossing a small brown box into his hands, addressed to his callsign in neat cursive writing. "Make sure you write a thank you letter back. That's an order." Price ground out pointing his cigar between his index finger and thumb at Ghost.
With a roll of his eyes Ghost turned slightly, shifting the cardboard between his hands. He'd never received anything, granted he needed this but the small pull at his balaclava showed how much it genuinely meant. His thumb ran over the soft cursive indention, his name, the address, a return address but not anything else.
His brows furrowed as he sat it on the desk pulling the small switch knife from his pocket, he slit the tape delicately. Opening the wings, the sweetest smell seeped through his mask, a light delicate trace of a perfume undertone mixed with rough off smell of cardboard.
A flash of white lined with blue caught his eyes before anything else drawing the thin paper into his hand, recognizing the writing from the outside of the parcel.
I know how hard these things are to come by,
I hope it was everything your requested.
If you need anything else don't hesitate
to ask.
~
He studied every small words carefully as if he was reading a beautiful piece of literature. "No name?" He huffed, delicately placing the paper in the corner of his desk so it wouldn't get lost. The corner of his eyes crinkled, seeing his favorite deodorant, a new toothbrush with two different toothpastes, fresh pairs of socks that were admirably nicer than what he usually got for himself.
It was odd to be so excited for things so small, not as odd as the small flutter he got in his chest seeing a plane fresh black balaclava beside a tub of white paint labeled "odd request". He didn't actually think anyone would go out of their way to send something so strange but yet here it was stained with a sweet scent and mesmerizing handwriting.
His hands worked faster than his mind could process pulling out a slightly stained crinkled paper, internally screaming that he couldn't find something at least remotely cleaner. His arm cornered around the sheet, hunching his back he pushed the ink in. Chicken scratch is what it was best compared to. The way he so vigorously wrote out a few simple lines.
Thanks.
There is one more thing if you don't mind me asking. Your name?
~Ghost
Chances of him getting a response were small but what did he have to lose? It was a rare opportunity for him to start fresh. To have someone not know his past or too much about his present. A low chuckle escaped him as he threw his body back in his chair with a creak.
