(Inspired by @callsign_riverr tiktok)

You've been the teams screw up in Ghosts eyes from the beginning. No matter how much you tried, what lives you've saved, or how many missions you completed, you were never enough to please him.

After another lecture from the Lieutenant over your 'mistakes' on the last mission, you had enough. You sat and nodded until he was done, then went to your room to pack.

Just as you were almost done, stuffing whatever you had left into your backpack, your door opened, Ghost entering without permission, his eyes finding the bags already packed.

"What's this all about?" He asked gruffly.

You sighed, stuffing another shirt into your backpack. "I'm taking the hint, Ghost. I'm packing up." You look back up at him, your grip on the fabric growing tighter. "Isn't this what you've been pushing for?"

He froze, even for a second. It was almost invisible if you weren't looking for it. He almost looked... panicked. "Hold on, that's not... I didn’t mean-"

"Didn't mean what?" You interrupt, your temper rising. "Ever since I arrived, you've critiqued every move I've made... Maybe you're right. I'm not cut out for this."

You suddenly felt Ghost grab your hand, his grip tight, almost desperate. "Now hold on. Just stop. Please..."

You scoff, making a half ass attempt to pull your hand away, his grip unrelenting. "Give me one good reason why?"

"Because you're exactly where you're supposed to be." He said with no hesitation. "With the team." He continues, wrapping his fingers around yours. "With me. With a fool... pretending to push you away when all he wanted was to pull you closer." He emphasized, pulling your hand closer, his gloved thumb tracing your skin.

"Stay..."