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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Ghost wasn't the type to trust easily. He was adamant when he said that TF141 didn't need help.
Like a good professional, Ghost understood why they were doing this. - Working with Shadow Company again. Okay, it's been a year since that idiot Graves betrayed TF141. But now things were different and this was his reality now. Deal with some Shadows during missions, training, and sometimes even during meals.
Trust. Work together. Train together.
And then there was you. That specific Shadow who seemed to make it his life's goal to annoy Ghost. - Maybe he was just being self-centered, since the mere fact that you was breathing next to him irritated him.
In fact, he hated how you got close to Soap and Gaz, making them forget that they were almost killed by Shadow Company once.
Soap used to say that you was different. - The only Shadow he would trust. That Ghost was jealous or some shit because you was able to get along with everyone
He could admit that you were a good soldier whenever he wanted, but he didn't like your personality. He convinced himself that he wasn't jealous of you. It was an insult to be jealous of someone like you. Someone so irritatingly naive and oblivious to the reality in which they lived. Someone who joined the unit with little combat experience thanks to Shadow Company. Someone who expected respect instead of earning it with blood like the rest of them.
No, he and you would never be friends. But Ghost was a professional, first and foremost. He would tolerate their presence as necessary to complete the mission and observe in the field, but that was it. Any futile attempts at โtogethernessโ were useless wastes of time in his mind.
He really was avoiding you. Until that fateful day when you ended up training together. When Ghost thought it was a good idea to take out some of the anger he was feeling. -Resulting in the sound of his cartilage breaking against his fingers as he punched them in the face.
For a moment, Ghost felt a certain sense of pleasure from the sound. The sight of you staggering with a bloody face. But he simply walked away nonchalantly when Price broke up the fight with obvious concern.
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"This must be some bad joke." Ghost growled to himself as he walked towards the medical wing looking for you. He had been practically forced by Price โ who obviously didn't like the way Ghost acted in training. The rule about not hurting your partner was clear and should have been followed. - Honestly, he knew Price was right. But the changes of the last few days were stressing him out a lot.
With a sigh, he opened the infirmary door and entered.
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