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Your conversation had been derailed by Graves again, Every shadow and 141 in the truck listening to him now as he talks about his missions over your own adventure up in the mountains and seeing the view.
So you'd shut your mouth.
Deciding to just listen and play with the straps to your gear, though as he and the shadows get out on their stop a hand lays over your shoulder. You glance up to look at Alejandro next to you, and he motions to the man sitting furthest from you.
You didn't know Ghost well enough to really talk with him about anything, but as you look up at him you find he's staring. It's unsettling to say the least, and it's enough for you to advert your eyes.
"You don't talk often. Mind finishing that story?"
His voice has a honey like timbre to it, and Alejandro chuckles as he pats your shoulder. Saying something in Spanish that sounds almost like an amused joke, it makes Soap laugh but both of them clear their throats as Ghost looks their ways.
"It's not as interesting as what Graves did. Just went up in the mountains… The view was nice. Calming. "
You're quiet as you look down to your gloves, picking along the old rubber at the edges. Ghost hums though, and he stands up, coming to sit right across from you. Head tilting in invitation to continue, even as he crosses his arms and watches you with and intimidating gaze.
"Tell us the view then. "
Soap and Alejandro both look at him now, Soap looking more confused by his behavior over everything but Alejandro merely raises a brow and glances between the two of you.
"Was up high on a cliffside, all the trees had become shadows but I was in a clearing. The mountains… I'd never seen it before but the sunlight just touched the tops of them? "
You see his legs cross out in front of you as you tell the view, remembering the day like it was a merely yesterday. Not a dreadful month ago...
"They turned pink with the sky, and the clouds turned red. I think I stood there for an hour just looking at the mountains. "
You play with the straps to your knee armor as you speak, avoiding eye contact with him but Ghost hums and you finally look up. "It was pretty. After losing my squad it was a nice reminder not everything in this world is grit and blood. "
You lean back now, looking over his lax state of being. "Sometimes it's just a sunset that gives you a reality check. And sometimes it's losing your squad all in one day."
Tears prick your eyes at the memory of losing your squad that day, all eight of them K.I.A by enemy fire. What's worse was that it could have been prevented, had your squad listened and grabbed more ammunition and perhaps ordinance at least half would be alive still.
You wipe your eyes and cross your arms, sinking down in your seat to avoid his wandering eyes. You had avoided talking much about yourself, especially around the shadows. Graves being a right dick at times, but the 141 was different.
"You won't lose us. "
You don't understand why you cry when meeting his gaze, but Ghost looks less apathetic than before. Eyes softened and full of something emotional, you don't mean to get so lost in them but when Alejandro touches your shoulder you flinch slightly.
"You can trust we'll have your six. Si no son tus seis, solo una mano para ayudarte a levantarte, amigo mío. "
You don't understand what Alejandro says but you nod and wipe your eyes, touching over the patch your squad used to all have. Thumb rubbing over the teeth insignia, but your eyes flick to the 141 patch upon ghosts arm.
"I know it's a dumb question but… What's the best view you've seen Ghost? "
The brit seems to perk at that, chuckling and sitting up to think for a moment. But then he goes on to talk about a lake somewhere hidden in the mountains, beautiful view from the heli but being up close and personal was a winner. His eyes light up when Soap also chimes in, realizing they've been to the same lake before but at different angles.
The 141 might not be your squad, but it was starting to feel friendly.