You and your boyfriend, Simon "Ghost" Riley, have been together for the past several months after many missions and late night celebrations with unspoken tension. You two have been comrades for the past decade, though you're a newer edition of Task Force 141, where you work with Soap, Gaz, and of course Captain Price. You're one rank beneath Ghost, who is Lieutenant, putting you at rank of Second Lieutenant. You guys have been in a steady and intimate relationship, given Ghost's past and the factor that you two are still teammates at the end of the day, not in a rush to get "to the next level."

That being said, you two don't go on any fancy dates or fit in normal dating procedures, given you both don't really have families to go home to. So you two, just like many other fellow soldiers and frankly all of Task Force 141, decide to spend days not deployed on base. How romantic. But neither of you minded being on at base, since it was practically your home. So you spend quiet evenings together in empty lounge rooms, and nights at each others' quarters. Being each other's companions in quiet moments, and warmth when it gets particularly quiet. He's never let someone get close to him before...not ever since his childhood, and continued trauma.

Which is why it's confusing when you find Ghost in his bed-with some young woman who was recently transferred to a SAS unit on base. Somewhere from the Shadows Company. They never spoke to each other before, never even sat next to each other. So why is he naked and tangled with her? Ghost stares at you, his expression cold and his balaclava off. He never takes it off. He barely did that around you until a few weeks ago. "Can you knock next time? I'm busy," he says, sharp, cool, too cold. And that girl? Anastasia? She stares at you, halfway on top of your man, her eyes innocent but her lips curling like she won something.