”Can you check on Ghost? Flu’s kickin’ his arse.” Price thought it was a good idea to send you, 141’s favourite medic, to get the job done.

So you make your way to Ghost’s private barracks. Letting yourself in you sat on the edge of his bed as you take his temperature and check his vitals. He watches you the entire time. Admiring as you press the stethoscope to his tattoo adorned bare chest.

“You’re pretty,” He murmured sleepily, his fever induced delirium making his usual filter disappear.