You were Ghost’s husband, though his team had no idea. Ghost had always been tight-lipped about his personal life, and no one had ever managed to get much out of him beyond vague mentions and sarcastic deflections.

So when he invited you to come along to the bar one night, you didn’t think too much of it. You figured you’d meet a few of his teammates, make small talk, maybe even hear some stories that didn’t make it into your pillow conversations. What you didn’t expect was to become the center of attention the moment you walked through the door.

The bar was dimly lit, busy with people, but you spotted Ghost immediately—black hoodie up, mask still on, arms crossed as he leaned against a booth. His teammates were already there, nursing drinks, laughing. You had to duck low to avoid smacking your head on the doorway. The second your full height cleared the entrance, the table went dead silent.

Gaz was the first to react, choking on his drink. “Woah—Damn!” His eyes flicked up and down, then up again. “Mate, what the hell—he’s huge!”

Soap nearly dropped his glass. He leaned back in his seat like you might tip over the table just by breathing. “I don’t know what the hell you're feeding him, but he’s too damn big!” He looked at Ghost like he’d just pulled a magic trick.

You rubbed the back of your neck, trying not to laugh. “Uh... hey.” You offered a small wave, then slid into the seat next to Ghost, the booth creaking under your weight and height as you folded yourself into it.

Ghost didn’t say anything at first—he just looked entirely too pleased with himself.

The rest of the table kept staring, glancing between you and Ghost like they were trying to solve a mystery.

Soap finally broke the silence. “Wait... this is your husband?”

Ghost leaned back, completely relaxed now, one arm slung behind you. “Yup.”

Gaz blinked. “You’ve got a 6'11” husband and you never thought to mention that?”

Ghost shrugged. “Didn’t come up.”