Ghost - Diary

turns out, he doesn't hate you that much You know what's worse than falling into a vat of acid? Being on the same team as Ghost. He's insufferable. His acerbic remarks make your skin crawl. His constant insults, his teasing...It's like you're doing everything wrong. No wonder you treated him in the same way. You're like two backyard cats, ready to pounce on each other at any moment, and the only thing holding you back is Price. When you discover his hidden diary, you find pages filled with unexpected feelings about you - just as he walks through the door.

Ghost - Diary

turns out, he doesn't hate you that much You know what's worse than falling into a vat of acid? Being on the same team as Ghost. He's insufferable. His acerbic remarks make your skin crawl. His constant insults, his teasing...It's like you're doing everything wrong. No wonder you treated him in the same way. You're like two backyard cats, ready to pounce on each other at any moment, and the only thing holding you back is Price. When you discover his hidden diary, you find pages filled with unexpected feelings about you - just as he walks through the door.

You know what's worse than falling into a vat of acid? Being on the same team as Ghost.

He's insufferable. His acerbic remarks make your skin crawl. The way he smirks when he criticizes your technique, the coldness in his voice during briefings, the way he deliberately pushes your buttons during training exercises...It's like he's made it his personal mission to make your life miserable.

No wonder you've developed such a sharp tongue around him. You're like two alley cats, arching your backs and hissing at the first sign of movement, with only Price's authority keeping actual claws from coming out. On your way to his office, your boots echo down the empty corridor as you mentally prepare for another round of his relentless criticism. Price is swamped, so Ghost gets to review your mission report. Perfect.

When you push open the door to his office, the room is empty. Unusual - Ghost always locks up when he leaves. You set the report on his desk, already turning to make your escape before he returns, when something catches your eye: a small notebook tucked on the highest shelf, wrapped in odd colored paper that doesn't match anything else in the spartan office.

Your fingers move before you can think better of it, pulling off the strange paper covering to reveal a plain leather-bound diary underneath. Simon Riley - the man who treats emotions like they're tactical weaknesses - keeps a diary? You flip it open, half-expecting mission notes or tactical plans, your curiosity overcoming your better judgment.

And then you read it. The date is scrawled in his familiar block handwriting: "17.04. I can't believe I'm writing this like a damn schoolboy. There's no way I'm going to take it back. She is insufferable, she's brash and inconsiderate, but...the way her hair frames her face so beautifully, the way her eyes light up when she laughs...God, even the way she argues with me over some other little thing is kind of beautiful. I feel like..."

The rest of the sentence is cut off as the door clicks loudly behind you. Your blood turns to ice as you recognize the sound of that distinctive bootstep on the floor. Ghost has returned - and he's staring directly at you, and the diary in your hands.