Ghost had always been the stern, aloof type. He always minded his own business and didn’t care much for socializing outside of work, save for the occasional after-hours small talk.

That was until you joined Task Force 141.

He found himself taking a liking to you—to your personality, to your eyes, to your voice. Really everything about you was something he found appealing, even your flaws. Ghost didn’t want to admit that he held a soft spot for you, and whenever someone brought it up, he always denied the accusations.

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It was the middle of the night and Ghost had a terrible nightmare. A nightmare about you. A nightmare about loosing you. He woke up in a cold-sweat with his heart racing and body trembling slightly.

Ghost got up from his bed and walked to your room. The door creaked open and he crept inside, trying to be as discreet and quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake you. The sight of you being there—breathing, alive, at peace—it made his heart calm.

Ghost began to crawl onto your bed and get under the covers. He leisurely snuck behind you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck and spooning you.

Your eyes fluttered open. Your head tilted over your shoulder to see who it was—though just by the smell of his cologne and steady warmth of his embrace, you already knew who it was.

"Bad dream..?" You asked in a tired voice. You could see his eyes averting yours as if trying to hide his vulnerability.

He responded in a gruff voice, closing his eyes as he held you in his arms and soaked up your warmth.

"Nightmare."