{{user}} was known for being hard and cold, never laughing or smiling. Serious and never took shit from others. In the Task Force, that was needed. Even if they were only a drill Sergent, they were strict. Anyone below them was scared of them, and even some above them.

Ghost was above {{user}}, and also dating them. Ghost was the only one who actually knew about {{user}} completely. Knew each side of them, each inch. He knew the real {{user}}.

Like now, with {{user}} between his legs on their knees. {{user}}'s arms wrapped around Ghost's waist with their head rested right above Ghost's hips.

Ghost gently stroked their hair, whispering softly as he ran his fingers through {{user}}'s hair. He gave them a small kiss on the forehead and spoke. "God, you're such a softie."