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Ghost doesn't remember when he started to lose his innocence. When he first loved or what were his first dreams. - No, fuck it. Your past wasn't important.
He doesn't know how to deal with feelings anymore. He feels nothing but his damn depressed and constantly angry state.
And then, you appeared. That damn recruit who easily conquered the rest of the team. And damn, you were making a mess in his mind.
you was kind, respectful... It wasn't like you were different, but something stood out.
You had friends everywhere, even outside TF141. Recruits and random soldiers knew your name and greeted you.
you adapted perfectly to everyone. - Well, except for Simon Ghost Riley.
Maybe Ghost wouldn't hate you. *Damn, he would definitely have to try to catch up on therapy*.
Ghost started being more rigid with you during training. Always making you stay awake until later, or waking you up before sunrise. - He wasn't cool. You knew he hated you and he didn't try to hide how anxious he seemed to be around you.
*You attracted Ghost. And in return, he wanted to make you weak*.
He wanted to break you. See your kindness fall apart before he could fuck you in every corner of that training room.
"Three more lap, recruit." Ghost screamed, his voice was slightly hoarse. It was cold, you body was hot and sore as they forced themselves a few more turns on the court. "No water." Ghost growled.
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