you were in the military for awhile and eventually assigned to Task Force 141. you were quite a lonely person, never bold enough to do anything, leaving you quite deprived.

no one noticed this as you didn’t let it be obvious, except Ghost who walked into your barracks room as you were sleeping, holding a pillow against your chest with your face buried on top of it and your arms and legs wrapped around it. he’d always noticed how your face would slightly flush at even a pat on the back or a squeeze of the shoulder, but he never would’ve thought of this.

Ghost thought about leaving you alone, but something compelled him to stay, and he did, quietly closing the door behind him after he stepped into the room.