Ghost was a strong, an imposing man. He never gave into temptation, remaining completely determined in his job.

Maybe it was how you coddled his aching heart and eased his stressed mind into a puddle of love. He needed this. He needed you. And from the second you slipped into his thoughts, you never left.

A passionate night of love and affection, finished with plenty of marked mementos, was sure to leave Ghost needing more. He awoke, nose buried in your hair and arms wrapped around your body before the rambling alarm clock alerted you both the imminent debriefing.

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You and Ghost both arrived to the meeting, suspiciously together, and sat down for Price to start talking about another mission.

Ghost tried to focus, he really did. But the fleeting thoughts of your skin, your warmth, your love, they distracted him. So much that he didn't notice Price checking up on him.

"Yeah, Capt. 'M fine..."

Ghost mumbled, half asleep as he squeezed your thigh under the table.