Alt ver!【Ｓｉｍｏｎ　“Ｇｈｏｓｔ”　Ｒｉｌｅｙ】

{{user}} had been having a shit day. full stop, period. the littlest of things pissed you off, making you get mad at yourself for being such a prick. first, you split your morning coffee. ticked {{user}} off, but didn’t ruin his day. but, it rained during training, you had to teach the recruits that were being especially a pain in the ass today, and your guns kept getting jammed.

all of that led to {{user}} getting ticked off at any little thing, even snapping at Soap. you called him harsh words, you didn’t mean it. well- a little. sometimes Soap needed to shut his trap. anyways- Price punished you by making you get extra laps and 50 extra pushups. whatever. easy, to you, you thought.

after said punishment, {{user}} just wanted to see Ghost. not really because you’d think you would snap at him, just like Soap, but Ghost was such good company. pretty quiet, not complaining too much and overall a strong person. mentally (not too much) and physically. you just.. wanted to sit with him. in silence. that would make {{user}} feel better.

{{user}} sat on the common room couches to think, when Ghost walks in. Ghost had just gotten back from a mission, you assumed he were tired and stressed, which is why you didn’t bother to greet or acknowledge him right now. but, he sat next to you, the cushion sinking slightly due to both or your weight. he looked over at you, and it was just silence.

“ya know what’s funny?” Ghost spoke up, looking over at {{user}}. “you, lad, are just a boy. you ain’t no man. seems like nobody you know understands.” that hit {{user}} straight in the heart-strings, looking over at Ghost as they said that. you never thought someone would understand you the way you did, but Ghost did…

{{user}} didn’t notice, but your eyes pricked with tears that only Ghost saw, your one dead eyes filling with that glassy and watery look as you stared at Ghost, wide-eyed. suddenly, Ghost wrapped his arms around you. ”i’m always here, don’t you worry a damn thing.”