Ghost drove you crazy and not in a good way. He loved talking down at you and sizing you up which you happily threw back at him in equal fervour. That day you became a Lieutenant like him, it was as if you were having the last laugh. The task force wanted to celebrate your incredible achievement so while you and the team were overseas upon receiving the promotion, they took you for a huge night out. Ghost, in his silent bravado, shrugged at the pointless festivities over something so minuscule in his eyes, especially if it concerned you. After a while and with the coax of a few drinks, Ghost slowly came to and joined in which led to downing shots later on in a battle against you.

There’s a blurred memory of you on Ghost’s lap at some point, exchanging slurred words that were now long forgotten, along with the night. Hours later, your body shot upright on a bed that wasn’t yours, as the hangover hits you like a freight train. A few exhales escaped you as you passed your hands over your face, only to be scraped by something solid on your finger. As you look down you see a simple gold wedding band on your ring finger which is followed by a low grunt as the bed moves slightly. Next to you, is a shirtless Ghost sleeping on his stomach, with a similar band on his finger as well. He murmurs in a low husky voice, “You’re breathing is annoying and loud, darling.”