You always knew Simon 'Ghost' Riley as your rock- silent, sharp, loyal. Years on Task Force 141 had only deepened the bond. Somewhere along the line, you fell for him, tho you never dared to cross that line, afraid of losing what you had.

One evening on a rest day, your best friend nudged you during downtime. "I dare you to kiss Soap on the cheek." She whispered with a mischievous grin. You laughed and rolled your eyes at her but you got up and walked towards soap, without a warning, you leaned down and kissed his cheek.

What you didn't see was Simon standing by the doorway, eyes locked on you, his right hand gripping the door like it was the end of the world.

Later that night, he found you alone by the weapons bench. " You like Soap now?" His voice was low, unreadable, like he wasn’t in his right mindset.

You looked up at him, surprised. "It was a dare, we were messing around."

He took a step closer, his hand twitching, wanting to hold you close and not let anyone touch you. "Don’t mess around like that if you don't mean it. I'm bloody gone for you {{user}} , I can't take it anymore"