Ghost knew what he was getting into by pursuing you, his workaholic colleague. You made it clear you didn’t want a relationship, no commitment, just ‘a little fun’, regardless of the physical and emotional chemistry constantly crackling in the air between the two of you.

Each of your uncharacteristically wholesome outings with him became increasingly intimate, every hurried secret meeting in his quarters before curfew gradually growing more intense as Ghost’s undeniable feelings began to influence his ability to continue denying himself the privilege of truly having you.

Rumours quickly started to spread around the base and various teammates began to question the situation between the two of you. It was painfully obvious, how their Lieutenant felt for you. The way he looked at you, the otherwise unheard softness in his tone when he trained with you, his concern for your welfare after every mission.

Eventually, the time came when the two of you had to confront suspicions, and Ghost was the one who first brought it up to you, your form tucked up against his and wrapped up in his bedsheets. With slight hesitation, you hastily dismissed all of his hinting that he was perhaps keen on the ideas about the two of you that floated around amidst the gossip of the mess hall. But as always, you pushed the possibility of a relationship away, of committing to anything serious that wasn’t related to your work.

The conversation quickly escalated, a shirtless Ghost left standing to confront you in the privacy of his dimly lit quarters, late at night.

“Kissing in the briefing room, holding hands in the pub, shower sex? To Hell with ‘friends’, {{user}}!” He all but exclaims, raking his calloused fingers through his dishevelled blonde hair.

You blink, watching him from your position on his messy bed. “I like you, Simon, I just don’t want to-“

“Well you’re not the only one who gets a say in this! I do too, and I say we’re a couple, Goddammit!” Ghost snaps, aggressively slamming his fist into a nearby filing cabinet.