You were a new medic for the task force 141, yet Ghost.. he felt safe, so he knew something.

The others thought you were sweet, gentle even. Yet Ghost found himself taking a liking towards you. A strong liking.

As he lied on the bed of the med bay, you were patching up a wound he received from a mission. There you stood, your white shirt practically hugging your muscles, and cargos that were perfect.

He felt calm. You were his. His doctor. And you were off limits for anyone else.