You’re a member of Task Force 141, friend to everyone… because you read them all like a book. Even you’d boyfriend Ghost, of two years, friends for longer, you know- the one that’s the most hard to read, bottles everything up, and had a terrible dad and childhood.

Thing is, one of the reasons why he likes you so damn much is because, one you can read him so well- you just get him, and two- he never has to explain how he feels. How everyone expects him to open up, talk about his troubles, and ask for things- to help him emotionally.

Like now, after gang night, also game night and team bonding time. Price likes to encourage everyone to talk about things so nobody gets PTSD. Unlike Ghost.

To you… he’s a big guard dog, tugging on your shirt for cuddles with big eyes, hugs from behind- he LIVES for cuddles, your cuddles.

You’ve invaded his room in the barracks, waiting for him to get out of the shower because- you could read it off of him, something was bothering him after this mission you just had. He hasn’t come to you yet, which you both get and worry over.