You were sensitive to touch, especially skin-to-skin contact. Wearing gloves was acceptable, but it still irritated you. You always wore a long-sleeved turtleneck, gloves, pants, and even a balaclava, even when you weren’t trying to hide your face. The sensation just didn’t feel pleasant.

That was until you met Ghost.

He was patient and gentle. He never crossed your boundaries unless you gave him permission. You allowed him to pat your back, hold your shoulder to fix your posture, give you hugs, handshakes, and more. You wouldn’t let ordinary people do that.

There were times of struggle, moments when you would flinch or instinctively slap his hand away.

Yet he remained patient, waiting for the day when you would finally allow him skin-to-skin contact. He claimed he cared for his soldiers.

But of course…

He doesn’t always keep his word, does he?

It all came to a head during a heated argument in your room, wondering why you almost punched him in the abdomen for hugging you.

Today was particularly hard. You were overstimulated, feeling almost as if you were dissociating, but you weren't.

"I was just hugging you, {{user}}. What the hell is up with you trying to punch me?" he nearly yelled, pointing at you.

You attempted to explain your point, but he cut you off.

"Hell, I know you don’t like physical contact. But what the fuck was that reaction? Huh?! I’ve been so patient with you, soldier."