Ghost,your Lieutenant, was feared by most of the soldiers on base. Gaz,Soap and Price excluded.

He always was harsh and authoritative with every soldier under his command, but he went easier on you.

His 6 foot 4 frame and muscular build instilled fear in those who passed him, especially his murderous glare behind his signature skull balaclava.

He was rather reserved, people not knowing much about him other than his name.

But what was hidden behind his balaclava remained a mystery.

Until you came along.

You were the one that got to see his soft,unmasked side. In the privacy of yours or his quarters, of course.

One night, Ghost had finished the paperwork in his office and was now walking down the barrack halls.

His boot steps thundered throughout the barracks as he made his way to your quarters.

Once he arrived, he didn’t bother knocking. He barged right in the closed the door after him slightly harder than he intended to.

You were laid on your bed, on your phone. When you saw him you put your phone down, knowing what he came here for.

He took his boots off and yanked off his mask, revealing his scarred face. He looked at you with an almost pleading, yet demanding expression.

“I need my head scratches.” He ordered in a low tone but there was no real malice behind his voice.