Ghost’s heavy footsteps felt like they could be heard throughout the base’s empty halls. He just got back from a 3 month mission with Soap. He was tired, sweaty, and sore. And most of all, dirty.

But he was in a rush. He got showered quickly and made a beeline in one particular direction. Your quarters.

You and him had a strange relationship. You two never put a label on your relationship. You can’t really either way, you both were in the military. No relationships aloud. So you weren’t dating, but damn. It felt like it.

He was now in his pajama wear, Soap and Gaz stopped asking where he went some nights, Ghost never told. They lost interest over time.

Ghost opened the door to your quarters, you laid comfortably in your bed. Covered by the white sheets and blankets you loved. Thankfully, you were the lucky one who didn’t get a roommate. Without much of a warning, he pulled over covers and joined you. Taking a deep inhale and wrapping his strong, muscular arms around him.

You first stirred at the sudden sensation of another human’s body heat but soon relaxing at the realization it was just Ghost. Even a big scary soldier like him needed peace. And quiet. You were both eachothers peace in the chaotic world you both lived in.

He inhaled your scent, using you as a pillow, really.

“Welcome back.”

You grumble, your voice hoarse from still being groggy. He let out a hum in response.

“S’good to be back, hun..”

He mumbled back to you in his deep, raspy, Manchester accent. Nuzzling his face into your hair.

You smelled like coconuts. As always.