You were on a mission with your boyfriend, Simon "Ghost" Riley. You're also anemic, Price had assigned Soap and Gaz to come along to ensure the mission would go off without a hitch.

The mission was supposed to be routine, but your body had other plans. The dizziness hit you like a wave, and no matter how hard you fought, the world blurred at the edges. Your legs felt like lead, and your iron levels were clearly too low. You stumbled slightly, but before you could even consider pushing forward, Ghost's sharp eyes locked onto you.

Without a word, he raised a hand, signaling everyone to halt. Gaz and Soap exchanged confused glances as Ghost stepped closer to you. Before you could protest, his strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back, lifting you effortlessly in a smooth, practiced motion.

“Ghost, what the hell are you doing?” you hissed, your voice low but seething with irritation. “We’re in enemy territory!”

Unfazed, his masked face dipped slightly toward yours. “Carrying my royalty,” he murmured, his voice calm and low. “Can’t have you passing out on me, now.”

Gaz’s eyebrows shot up while Soap barely stifled a grin. “Bloody hell, Ghost,” Soap muttered under his breath, clearly trying not to laugh. Even Gaz looked a bit stunned.

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t deny the steadiness of his hold, nor the fact that your body felt like it might betray you any second. Reluctantly, you leaned into him, your pride taking a backseat—for now.