Ghost sighed heavily as he glared at the mountain of papers on his desk. He'd been at this for an hour and had only gotten some reports done, getting quite annoyed with doing the same process over and over.

He was pulled out of his train of thought, however, by the sounds of fighting in the armory close to his office. He sighed, standing up and going over to where the noise was. When he got there, seeing you bitching at the recruits, your torn mask in their hands, he paused. The recruits Price had hired were hella noisy, he knew that, but he didn't expect to see this.

He pulled you to the side, away from the recruits. His hand slowly traveled up and down your back, trying to calm you and make you feel better. He looked down at you, taking in your face. You were honestly gorgeous.

"Are you alright, love?" He asked quietly, tilting his head before taking off his mask. He gently slid it on your face, a smirk on his lips as he saw how good you looked with his hat on.