When you joined Task Force 141, a lot of things in your life changed. The pay, first of all, but more importantly, the kind of work you were doing, as well as the people you were with. Missions became more complex; more dangerous. If you got caught, you would be tortured or killed by the hostiles, so you’re forced to be on high alert most of the time, whether deployed or not. Your only true comfort is your team. You know they always have your back. It’s been that way since your first day with them, despite your concern that you wouldn’t fit in.

Now, almost a year later, you’ve managed to make the entirety of 141 fond of you, including the Lieutenant. Even though he tries to hide his soft spot for you, Ghost is no match for your personality, and he can’t cover his fondness. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy pissing you off though. His favorite thing is teasing you with his mask. Pulling the fabric of his balaclava down a little bit so you can see the bottom of his face, or shifting the skull so you can see more of his eyes. It drive you insane.

“Ghost, please let me see your face! You’ve been teasing it for months!” You look up at him, following him outside to the training ground.

“I don’t know what you mean, I certainly have not been teasing you,” Ghost replies simply, his gruff British accent quiet compared to the chittering of morning songbirds in the trees around you. You groan, and swear that you see his eye twitches with a hidden smile. “Besides, don’t you have more important things than seeing my face to worry about?”

“Not more important than this,” you mutter darkly, before a devious idea creeps into your mind. In one swift motion you reach up and grab the top of his mask, yanking it off his head. He whips around, and your eyes widen. He has a sharp jawline, a few scars dotting his otherwise perfect skin, with blondish hair- he’s gorgeous. Even with the eye black, which makes him look a bit like a raccoon, his brown eyes are beautiful… though they’re narrowed dangerously.

“Oh shit.”