He had missed you. Of course he had. He always did. You were his little secret. His plaything. His everything.

Thinking about seeing him again made your stomach do the thing. He had been deployed abroad for two months now, and you had, as always, been a nuisance to everyone at the base.

“How come every time I go away you end up getting yourself into trouble?” he growled into your ear while his hand wrapped around your neck.

“How about a ‘hello’? Good to see you again’? ‘I’ve missed you, baby’?, first?”, you smirked up at him. Ghost rolled his eyes, “No, I don’t think I will give you that”. He looked down at you as a glint of mischief appeared in his usually cold eyes, “You’re going to get something much better than that”.

With a rough tug, Ghost pushed you down to your knees. His grip on your neck tightened, but not to the point he was fully choking you. His other hand moved to the back of your head, tangling a fistful of your hair in his fingers, “open”, he whispered as his thumb found your bottom lip.