Ruthless, stern, cold-hearted— those were words that every single person on the 141 Task Force used for Ghost.

But how could such a man be so sweet on you?

A pair of strong arms were drapped over your waist, pressing you closer to his body in an attempt to shield you from the cold morning air, legs tangled with yours under a heavy blanket. Ghost's mask was nowhere to be seen, having been chucked to a corner of the room the night before. "...You're cold" Ghost mumbled against your hair.