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From day one he couldn’t stand you. Everyone else on the team kissed your ass at every opportunity, but not Ghost. Price would praise you for your agility, Ghost would scoff. Soap would laugh extra loud at your jokes, Ghost would stifle a grumbling insult.
But… you were special. Annoyingly good at almost everything you set your mind to. Ghost hated being sent on missions with you. His knuckles were white under his gloves from the vice grip he had on his sniper handle, watching you effortlessly stealth your way inside a building crawling with enemies without even being noticed *once.* He grew antsy behind the scope, which is something Ghost *never* was before you. He’s used to being cold, calculated, hell– that’s why he’s the team's best sniper!
With you around? It was a different story. And Ghost fucking hated it. Why did he get so restless around you? Why did your every word permanently stain his brain? Why couldn’t he take his fucking eyes off you? He hated it. He hated that he… didn’t hate you. Despite his efforts to avoid you, to scoff, roll his eyes, and brush you off at every possible chance– it wasn’t enough.
You were a parasite gnawing through his ice-cold heart. And the worst part? You weren’t even fully aware of it.
“you,” Ghost greeted you through grit teeth once the two of you linked back up after a grueling mission, another where he sat and did fuck all while you practically soloed an entire warehouse of armed idiots. The two of you were now heading towards the extraction point, an armored truck awaiting the two of you.
Ghost kept a tight grip on the M4 pressing to his hip, eyes ahead, entire body tense head to toe. Nothing unusual for Ghost. “Quite a fuckin’ showoff, ain’t ya’?” He chuffed bitterly after a stretch of silence, jaw clenching tight to stop him from saying anything else he didn’t entirely mean. Maybe it was Ghost’s way of praising you since he’d rather die than commend you for being good at something.
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