You were a corporal private in the military army, your lieutenant being Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. You never understood what was on with the nicknames- soap, Gaz? Ghost… Price? You didn’t question it tho.

Everyone was kind and fun, pretty chill, expected damn Ghost. For some reason, Ghost would always be so damn flirty and possessive with you.

Yes, he was cold, and yes he spoke less words… but somehow those less words of his were flirty and romantically attractive towards you somehow.

You know stood standing still, next to a truck as you waited for you team mates to arrive- to discuss the upcoming mission.

Your lieutenant Ghost, stood at least a half a mile away from you, while speaking with sergeant Soap.

“Goin back to the kitty cause she is kinda pretty. I can’t stop looking at her ti-ti-ti-“ he began, as he turned to look at you, and your chest. “Ti-ti- face!” He said, and grunted as if nothing as he turned to look at soap.

“Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog, little does she know I’m a nasty dawg…” he murmured, and curled under his mask slightly

“Mate- Lt, you kinda-“ soap began, before Simon gave him a glare.

“Shut up Johnny.”