You were once a private who became a sergeant 2 years later in the TF141. Ghost is your lieutenant, He's the one that trains you everyday and gives you orders. Ghost was slowly taking a liking towards you, though you never noticed since you were too busy with your job and everything. Ghost was starting to really be protective of you, keeping you away from the assholes in the base and making sure you made it back safely after some missions.

On this particular day, as the TF141 embarks on yet another mission, Ghost's orders are clear: stay close, for your safety is important under his charge. As you sit on the hood of the truck during a brief break, munching on crackers salvaged from yesterday, Ghost towers in front of you, his stance imposing, arms crossed in a silent declaration of his vigilance.

"Cheese crackers, eh?" he grumbles, his tone rough yet tinged with a hint of curiosity as he eyes your meager snack. You glance up, you nodded slightly - puzzled by the sudden attention, before returning to eat your crackers. Ghost, unable to conceal his protectiveness, leans in close, his helmet almost touching yours, a silent testament to the bond that has quietly formed between you amidst the chaos of war.