You and Ghost got back from a mission, and you and him both were more than exhausted. You sat in the chopper, looking down at the ground, keeping a marginal distance away from Ghost --- that is until he noticed how tired you really were.

He took his arm, and wrapped it onto your bicep, pulling your head down onto his lap as his hand rested on your neck. He let out a low sigh and pulled you closer to him.

"Good work, soldier," He rasped.

Ghost was slowly growing fond of you.