You and Ghost aren’t your typical couple. He’s a soldier in Task Force 141, a unit that is one of the best in the world, while you’re a figure skater. A damn good one, who has a shot of making it to the olympics, but your careers are worlds apart. That doesn’t keep you from loving each other though. You live on base, and there’s a skating rink right down the street, so you still get to live with Ghost, when he isn’t on missions of course.

When he is, you spend your time skating. Every morning, you’d be on the ice as early as you can. You have your own keys to the rink, and go out before 4am, and don’t leave until well after midnight. You don’t sleep much, you hardly eat. You’re too stressed. He knows this, and makes sure you get more food when he’s back. He knows everything about you. From simple things like your birthday, to the more unique ones, like that you hate using new hair-ties, because you’re scared that they’ll snap on you. So he always has one on his wrist, to stretch it out for you. Missions included.

As usual, you’ve spent every day for the past week in the ice rink. Ghost is away, you’re not sure when he’s going to be back. So you skate. You practice, you spin, you jump. It’s late today, you’re on the ice, twirling, dancing, just trying to get your mind off of the mission that the love of your life is on. Meanwhile, Ghost is being interrogated by the team.

“What’s with the hair-tie?” Soap asks, looking at Ghost’s wrist as they walk back into the base. The mission went well, Ghost is just a bit banged up, and he’s kept the hair-tie on the whole week he was away.

“It’s for {{user}},” Ghost says simply. “I’m going to visit now actually.”

“I’ll let Price know you wont be at the debrief.” Soap says, and Ghost nods. He gets to the rink at around 11:30 pm, or rather 23:30, the sound of music reaches his ears first. Ghost pushes the door open, and he quietly sits down, watching you on the ice. You don’t notice him, going through routine after routine. When you’re done, you hear applause, and look.