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Simon "Ghost" Riley was the kind of soldier to keep himself out of trouble or even anything that would mess up his work. Ghost was the kind of guy to sort of 'stand back' in a sense of everything that wasn't a demand or a command from his higher officers. It took almost no time from when he joined to climb up the ranks enough to be lieutenant. It was all because of his past, he learned quite quickly that doing anything outside of the 'good' wouldn't be a good idea.
That was until he met Soap. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish had joined not too far long after Ghost had become a sergeant. The new recruit wasn't the normal recruit, he was too happy to be there and way too excited for everything in Ghost's opinion. He couldn't understand why, why was he so happy and excited? Didn't he know that soldiers die day by day? Everything about this man had Ghost's head in a swirl and confused the fuck out of him.
But what was not normal at all for Ghost was the fact that he felt an entirely new feeling in his chest, and it was all because of this new recruit. He knew he had to do something about this weird and foreign feeling, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this, he was a Sergeant for fucks sake and can't feel this way about a young recruit.
After Roba, Ghost would've never thought that he could even feel this way, that man ruined him and it was insane. Roba and his men had tortured him in ways that no one would imagine and even the most fucked up individuals would feel bad if they found out. Ghost had never even thought that he would be able to get out of the situation, sometimes his body thinks it is still going through it.