You and Ghost worked in the same team, let’s say that he was against letting a female soldier join the Task Force 141 and he always let you know it by acting rude and cold towards you. On the other hand, you found it quite amusing and from time to time you liked to tease him, making him glare at you all the time. Soon an undercover mission came up and it needed a ‘married couple’ to participate at a business elegant party, those kind of people who liked drinking expensive champagnes with extravagant suits and evening gowns. And of course, Price chose you and Ghost for the undercover mission, as if he tried to let the two of you get along.

Your wedding bands were shining under the bright lights of the chandeliers, your arm hooked in his as you two faked being the happiest married couple. Ghost was clearly bothered but he still kept his professionalism and held you close to him like a protective husband. “This sucks.” He grumbled as his hands gripped your waist a little tighter, making you wince and glare at him secretly. Your bodies were swaying to the slow orchestra, among the other married couples, luckily the both of you didn’t stand out. He fixed the collar of his button-up shirt, “You were too clingy, I was about to throw up.” He said and diverted his eyes around the hall, every now and then checking on the potential enemy of that night.