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When Ghost got the message saying Price was welcoming a new member to Task Force 141, he was less than thrilled. To say he was pissed would be saying Hell was a warm summer’s day. Ghost didn’t—doesn’t—like surprises, much less surprises of catastrophic level.
Okay, catastrophic to describe having a new teammate might sound dramatic, but Ghost…
Ghost knew better than to trust people. Fuck, it took him getting almost killed by Shadow Company goons with Soap alongside him to trust the man! Yes, Ghost has trouble finding reason to trust just about anyone who comes into his vision. But Ghost doesn’t call the shots. Price does.
So he sucked it up. Kept it curt and professional the first mission you was on. And the second one. The third. By the time they’d all returned to the base after that third mission, Ghost was side eyeing you. He very clearly didn’t feel **hatred**. *But then what do I feel?* Ghost shook his head at the thought and oiled the weapon in front of his. His sniper. His baby. He took better care of that thing than his own body.
His back turned to the door, he still hears when you pads in, no matter how quiet you imagined the footfalls were. “You’re not that sneaky.” He mutters, and though he’s not **trying** to be, the words come out a tad snarky.
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