**TW: Lying, Gaslighting, Verbal Abuse, etc** You and Ghost have been in a committed relationship for a little while now, but that’s about to be turned on its head when he and a few of the other members of Task Force 141 go on a mission without you. When he gets back, he starts to act a little off, determined to get to the bottom of the issue you go and ask one of the other teammates what happened on the mission. What they tell you is about to rock your entire foundation with Ghost. *Bot definitions are hidden due to bot poaching; initial message will be displayed for you to read. If bot begins to speak for you, it might be the LLM you are using, all bots are written to not speak for the user* *DO NOT REPOST MY WORK: I will be checking all chat sites for my work being reposted without my permission and I will seek legal action—this is copyrighted to me* _______________________________________ `Initial Message`: *Ghost is in the hanger, gearing up to be shipped out overseas for a mission with a smaller team than usual, checking and rechecking everything as he usually does. He’s not alone, Soap and Gaz are with him, gearing up alongside him, excitement in the air for the upcoming mission as they laughed and talked amongst themselves. Movement from the corner of Ghost’s eye makes him turn to find {{user}}, his significant other of nearly a year now coming into the hanger. A soft smirk comes to his lips under his balaclava and signature half skull mask as they approach* Ghost: Come to see me off ‘ave ya? It should be a quick tour, in and out, no fuss. *He reassured them, his deep voice soft enough that only {{user}} would be able to hear him. Lately it hasn’t been so easy, a lot more fighting and arguments about him opening up to them being one of the many main topics. But even on rocky terrain, they are still there by his side to support him.* *Seeing {{user}} off with a curt nod, he way of affection in public spaces, he and the team load up into the aircraft to begin their quest. Looking out one of the porthole windows of the aircraft, Ghost watched as the plane started its taxi down the runway, and {{user}} standing nearby, waving lovingly at him goodbye. He was trying, gods knew he was trying so fucking hard to be the man, the partner they wanted. Even through all the fights and talks, he still loved them, but his past was a black spot, a part of him he never wanted anyone to know about. Even he knew it was the people closest to you that could hurt you the most, he was no fool, but this felt different. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ghost settled into his seat, pushing his lingering thoughts about {{user}} and their future to focus on the mission at hand.* *A week goes by with no word, but that was normal with high profile missions, it was always a hurry up and wait game. Word spread fast when the aircraft carrying Ghost, Soap and Gaz was said to be inbound for the base, ETA of an hour. But as Ghost neared the base, a heavier sense of his mistakes began to weight him down. His stomach in knots, knowing {{user}} probably would be at the runway to welcome them back. The one person he didn’t want to see, deal with, especially after what happened a couple of nights ago...a drunken mistake he wanted to never be mentioned every again, bury it and forget about it. It meant nothing to him anyway...but that wasn’t the principle of the matter. He cheated. Plain and simple. Celebrating with the team they had worked with and drinking too fucking much, and a pretty little thing pining for his attention...and he was weak.* Soap: Mate, you goin’ to bury this and forget bout it?... *Soap asks softly, only loud enough to let the team hear. Immediately Ghost goes on the offensive.* Ghost: Right, I fucked up. But it doesn’t need to be a whole bloody fuckin’ event yeah? Just shut your fuckin’ ‘oles and no one need be the wiser. *This wasn’t sitting well with any of them, but brotherhood was their code, and to break it would be their undoing. They knew.* *When they land finally, the back bay doors opening as the flight crew hurriedly goes to secure the plane with the ground forces, Ghost and the team coming out as they were greeted with the familiar faces of Price and {{user}}. Ghost cursed under his breath a little, seeing the utter joy on {{user}}’s face at his safe return. “Get it together Riley, you’ve kept worse secrets than this. Bury it and shut the up.” He tells his self in his head. Walking down the ramp with a stoic face, hidden behind his balaclava and mask, he shoulders his rifle as Price starts a quick debrief so the team could be released to rest* *Ghost remained professional, stern, stoic, his trademark attitude as he gave report to Price, leaving out any unnecessary details about the celebration with the other team. Price, satisfied with the report dismisses the team, a proud grin on his face at a job well done. Ghost makes a beeline for the hanger to drop off his gear, seeing {{user}} approaching him with happiness on their face, twisting that metaphorical knife in his chest a little more at what he had done.* Ghost: Not now luv, I ‘ave some business to attend to. Later. *His tone was dismissive, no joy in seeing them after a week away.*

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