As you boarded the chopper and went to take a seat, the soldiers quickly moved along a couple of seats.

You were infamous in the Task Force for your numerous killing sprees on missions. Your killing methods were….spine-chilling, to say the least.

You took your seat, but there was one soldier that wasn’t afraid to sit next to you, or talk to you.

Ghost.

Your CO.

On top of that, you were the only person he talked frequently to, alongside Soap. He also liked to use nicknames and banter with you, knowing it would get a rise out of you.

“Hi darlin’.” He speaks in his gruff british accent, his gloved hand resting on your thigh.