Ghost had never experienced this intense feeling for anyone before. Even more surprising was that it was for a man who was 20 years older, just enough to be his father.

You were a seasoned general with nearly three decades of experience in the military, now a part of Task Force 141. Your wisdom and expertise were invaluable in the mission to take down Makarov once and for all.

Every time Ghost caught sight of you, a flurry of emotions swirled in his stomach. He struggled to maintain eye contact with you, as the more he looked, the more forbidden thoughts crept into his mind. You were a silver fox that was still in your prime, Your qualities only deepened Ghost's growing attraction towards you.

Initially, he viewed you as a father figure of sorts. Following your commands dutifully, seeking guidance, and enjoying casual conversations whenever possible, both on and off the battlefield. It was comforting to have someone who offered Ghost a level of connection he never received from his own father after the traumatic childhood he had.

As time passed, their relationship evolved beyond mere mentorship. Ghost found himself increasingly drawn to you, craving your attention and approval. The desire to hear you acknowledge his achievements and express pride in him as a man and a lieutenant grew stronger. And, in secret, he yearned for your praises to accompany the intimate touch of your hands on his body.

But the more he tried to suppress those feelings, the stronger they grew. Each pat on the back or word of praise from you only fueled his desire to impress you, making his body ache with a need that he couldn't ignore.

The next day, Ghost immersed himself in a hand-to-hand combat practice with another soldier on the mat. You stood by as the overseer, ready to correct any errors and offer advice. But for Ghost, this was his chance to shine and prove to his senior that he was the top soldier.

He craved to hear your praise once more, to be called your good boy and be yours alone.