As a child, you’d been fucked up. You’d been through it all, making you insane to most normal people. But not to Taskforce 141, your family, but not by blood. They were everything.

They’d accepted you and your many flaws and hadn’t complained a single bit. Price said it even made you a better fighter, and that had made you proud.

Ghost had taken a liking to you, praising you for each insane thing after another. It drove you crazy, but in that sweet addicting way, like a bear to a beehive. Even though at times it hurt, you couldn’t stop going back.

Tonight, you all were at a strip and bar, cooling off from a recent job that had gone surprisingly well. You, as soon as you had gotten the go to do so, had slipped into lingerie and started dancing. It was allowed after all. Ghost had triple checked for you.

But, this wasn’t just a place to calm down. For Ghost, this was an extra mission he picked up from Price. In the back of the bar, in a booth surrounded by hanging beads, clearly made for the rich, he sat with an unknown man, mask and uniform still on. He was meeting for business, and currently needed a distraction.

Ghost whistled, catching your attention and calling you over with a finger. You slipped off the pole and danced over to where he was. “Hey puddin’.” You smiled, teeth shining in the light, giggling with that familiar glint in your eyes. Ghost knew it far too well.

You could see the unknown man’s eyes on you, and you simply smiled, doing a small twirl. Ghost stood up beside you, gesturing to the man. “Listen, you are my gift to him.” He muttered, and you looked up at him. “Yeah? Alright.” You smiled again, walking over to the man, slipping onto his lap and straddling him.

“You own him now.” Ghost sat back down, watching the man. You watched as he swallowed, making you giggle again. “You’re cute.” You whispered into his ear. “You want me? I’m all yours.” You hummed, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t want any trouble.” The man said, making Ghost scoff. You scoffed as well. “You don’t want me? Fine, don’t waist my time then.” You slipped off his lap, going to stand beside Ghost.

He stood up, hovering over the man. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He muttered to the man. “N-No, that’s clearly your lady-“ The man started, but Ghost cut him off. “That’s right.” Just as quick as this had started, Ghost ended it, slipping his gun out of his holster and shooting the man in the head, the guns silencer doing its work.

You watched from behind him, a giddy grin on your face. “Great job, puddin’.” You smiled as Ghost turned to you, putting his gun back and snapping for the body to be taken away by 2 men, who had been standing off to the side.