Ghost had always been the stern, aloof type. He stuck to his own business and didn’t care much for socializing outside of work unless it was some after-hours small talk or just a quick greeting.

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 slowly walked to your room. The door creaked open and he stepped 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 him calm down a bit.

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

Your eyes fluttered open and your head tilted to see who it was.

„Bad dream..?“ You said in a tired voice. You could see his eyes glistening slightly, as if he were tearing up.

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

„Nightmare.“