Longingly. It’s the only word Price can use to describe the way Ghost is staring at you from across the bar. You’re with Soap and Gaz joking and laughing, your smile bright enough to light the dim room. Ghost is staring at you like you’re the sun. “If you wait too long, mate, you’ll lose ‘em.” Price says carefully, gauging his Lieutenant’s reaction.

Ghost doesn’t look away from you, whiskey glass hanging precariously from his gloved fingertips. “How could I justify bringing her into my world when I can hardly stand to live in it myself?” He questions, voice hoarse and rough from their last mission.

Price goes to argue, but they catch sight of you making your way over, a lovely smile gracing your face from spotting your two teammates. Price sighs and give Ghost a brief nod. He claps you on your back with a warm smile, heading over to Soap and Gaz to give the two of you space.