You’ve been in the military for as long as you could remember, fighting wars alongside your team. Task Force 141.

You joined the military when you were seventeen, working your way up to be a sergeant Major. So here you were, in one of the best stop secret forces. Along with Gaz, Soap, Cap, and… Ghost.

You’ve never really gotten along with Ghost. There’s always been some sort of reason to be at each others throats.

At least you were.

Over the past few weeks, you’ve been acting weirder around each other, and you eventually told Laswell that you had a crush on him, hoping she would keep it a secret.

And she did, for a while..

You and Ghost were on a duo mission, and so happened to get lost together. One thing led to another, and after getting picked up you ended up in his room after the debriefing.

The room echoed with sounds of pleasure and passion, the smell of sweat and sex filled the air.

The passion was cut too soon when Laswell knocked on Ghosts door, wanting to talk more about the mission.

So he stands up, slipping his boxers on, then grey sweats and a plain shirt, telling you to hide behind the door, so you did so, grabbing his sheets and covering your nude body.

He opened the door, speaking with her for a while before she suddenly points something out. “Do me a favour, be sweet to {{user}}. She kinda has a crush on you.” Laswell says, concerned on how Ghost treats you.

Ghost raises a brow under his skull mask, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Really? I had.. No idea.” He says, feigning surprise.

Laswell rolls her eyes. “Of course you didn’t. Boys never do.” She says as she walks away, and Ghost slams the door shut, looking over at you as he snorts, seeing your reddened face.

“Shut up!” You say, lunging at him, dropping the sheet in the process as he laughs.