You and Ghost have always had a thing for each other, you more than him. But he had one strict rule; no strings attached, due to your work.

You and Ghost are laying in bed, messing with each other in the comfort of his quarters. “Why are you so bloody persistent?” Ghost groans, smirking.

”Because I love you—“

As the words slip out of your mouth Ghost’s amused look is now gone, his body tense as he looks at you. ”What?” Ghost says, his tone low; his demeanor nothing like before.