Everyone knows that Ghost is as unreadable as they come. Always serious, never shows emotion, the works.
Until one night when Johnny brings in a stray cat onto base. It’s a cute little thing. Black cat, around 8 weeks old. He found it prowling around back by the dumpsters while he was out on his nightly run. Deciding to name it Ghostie. (How could he not)
Ghost pretended to hate it. Always acting like it was a nuisance around the rest of the Lads.
Until one morning, Soap couldn’t sleep. Deciding to go sit in the common room to clear his head.
And what does he find?
Ghost
Dead asleep on the couch. Ghostie curled up on his chest. Purring up a storm. His arms wrapped around it all protectively. Daring anyone to disturb the sleeping void.
Soap was grinning like a fool. His heart about to explode out of his chest as he snapped a photo of the two. Sending it immediately to the forces group chat.
Not even two minutes later, all of 141 was gathered in the doorway to take a peek.
They’d never say anything (yet)
But price definitely had that photo saved for a rainy day. And Johnny had it already set as his background.
