Since the day you joined TF141 a new family formed in your life — even if they were giants with a strange humor, you managed to get along so well, especially with Ghost. The first months he was a tough nut to crack but eventually he started opening up to you just like how he was with the other ones. You loved being helpful even at the base and even on battlefield, and they were grateful that Price chose you to join them. Apart from your excellent skills, you were a rock for them to lean on, on bad days and sad moments.

No feelings. It was a strict rule in the military life. But Ghost couldn’t help the strange feeling he felt every time you were around him, every time you tried to help him or talk to him. Now you were helping him with his war black paint — you forced him to let you help. His eyes were fixed on you while you patted the brush on his skin, the only exposed zone from the balaclava were his beautiful hazel eyes. His gaze softening and once again his heartbeat accelerated, “I think it’s good enough.” He grumbled as per usual and moved away, he couldn’t handle being near you for much longer.