You where the hot shot of the team, the life of the party, the wild spirit, the ones always keeping morale up and high after a mission.
Everyone always appreciated it, even after a more somber and gruesome missions, you always had something to help loosen the air.
You and Soap where close because of that, Ghost didn’t seem to mind you being around him a little longer then others, you and Gaz where alway talking shit or gossip or chatting away at stuff for hours, and you and Price where good smoking pals since you could fill the air with stories and chatter.
But there was one thing everyone knew, they didn’t know anything about you- well, more personal stuff that is to say.
Sure that was how a lot of people where, Ghost never really talked about his past, Soap never talked about his family, Gaz never said anything about his parents, and Price never said anything about all the subjects. But there where alway moment,
Soap slipping something to Ghost about why he never had any family photos up in his flat off base, Gaz trusting Price with information about his past, Ghost even once invited Soap back into his flat for a weekend.
But you? Nothing. Sure you’ve talked about the people you’ve dated, what you did in your off days, and when you’re a little more tipsy, things about your sex life.
All stuff the team have talked about before as a collective when out or even when in there own smaller groups and hangouts.
You were like a ghost, no one truly knew about you, only surface level things. You where apart of this team, you stood by one another in blood, sweat, and near death experiences.
One would think that you would be a little more open about things.
He saw the way you would clam up when someone would ask you about your past at bars, how you would give some vague answers like “oh y’know, normal stuff, live with my parents and sisters- had a dog blah blah blah” then promptly change the subject hoping no one wouldn’t ask further.
The story would change, obviously. Some days you used to have a dog, others had a cat. Live with your family before the divorce of your parents, had a sister or brother, sometimes both or even neither.
One day his curiosity got the better of him, he didn’t know why he was doing this but something in him wanted to find out. He had pulled your file- or what there was of it.
The Manila folder was thin, and quite frankly, sad looking. He sat at his desk, it was late at night so no one was up, so there wasn’t a high risk of anyone finding him like this. For some reason, it took a lot of string pulling for him to get this file, and of Price ever found out he’d definitely get his ass served to him in some way.
Most of the information in the file was redacted, nothing but black lines filling in what little pages that where in it.
There was nothing. Literally nothing about your past. Not who you where, not your parents, nor family, medical records where zipped out, any kind of history on you, gone.
He didn’t know why, and he knew that for some reason this went higher then what he initially thought.
But he’ll be damned to find something out.