Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 46: The Weight of Words

Soap's POV:

The room felt like it was closing in on me, the silence deafening after Ghost's explosive confession. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions churning inside me. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, trying to process everything he'd said. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, suffocating me.

Eventually, I forced myself to move, my legs feeling like lead as I left the room. The base was bustling with activity, everyone preparing for the mission, but I felt detached, like I was moving through a dream. My body was on autopilot, going through the motions without really being present.

I stumbled through the day, my mind replaying Ghost's words over and over. His voice echoed in my head, raw and filled with pain. "I love you... I can't live without you..." Each repetition made my chest tighten, the weight of his confession pressing down on me.

Training was a blur. I moved through the drills, barely registering what I was doing. My focus was shattered, my mind too consumed by the morning's events. Gaz and Price noticed, their concerned glances following me, but I couldn't bring myself to explain. How could I? How could I put into words the storm raging inside me?

I tried to find Ghost throughout the day, to talk to him, to make sense of everything, but he avoided me at every turn. Whenever I caught sight of him, he'd turn and walk the other way, his shoulders tense, his face a mask of controlled emotion. It was like he was running from me, from the truth he'd laid bare.

"Ghost," I called out once, my voice catching in my throat.

He didn't turn around, didn't acknowledge me. He just kept walking, disappearing around a corner before I could catch up.

The frustration and confusion gnawed at me, each failed attempt to talk to him only adding to the turmoil inside me. I wanted to make things right, to understand, but he was shutting me out, leaving me to grapple with the weight of his words alone.

By the time night fell, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The day had taken its toll, the constant replaying of Ghost's confession wearing me down. I lay in my bunk, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. Sleep felt impossible, my thoughts too loud, too chaotic.

I knew I had to talk to him. I couldn't let this fester, couldn't let the distance between us grow. I needed to understand, to process everything he'd said. And more than that, I needed to let him know that I was here, that I wasn't going to run from him.

With a deep breath, I pushed myself out of bed. The base was quieter now, most of the team having settled in for the night. I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, my footsteps echoing softly in the silence. My heart pounded in my chest, each step bringing me closer to Ghost.

I found him in the rec room, sitting alone at a table, his back to me. He was staring at the wall, lost in thought, his posture tense. I approached slowly, my heart in my throat. This was it. I had to talk to him, had to bridge the gap between us.

"Ghost," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He tensed, his shoulders hunching slightly, but he didn't turn around.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "We need to talk."