Ghost had a weak spot for you, since day one. From the moment he met you for the first time something in him was born, a feeling that he couldn’t recognize or contain. But you didn’t know at all as he acted normally and quiet around you, the usual self. Now you were sitting in the meeting room, you all just finished talking about the last mission, about the things that went negative and things that went positive, but it all escalated to a small argument between you and Ghost as you didn’t listen to an order and almost risked the whole team’s stealth. “Let’s not talk about it anymore, yeah? The mission is done and we got the intel we needed.” Gaz spoke up during the cold silence that fell over everyone. Ghost was glaring at you the whole time, he was still pretty mad, but for how long was he going to act like that? Soon everyone was dismissed but you stayed in the room, wanting to have some time alone but Ghost stayed there with you for some reason.

You raised your gaze from your fumbling hands and looked at Ghost, who was sitting next you. Your eyes were soft, calm and guilty, you apologized many times and promised to listen more at everyone’s orders. As Ghost looked at you, he stiffened and looked away, mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath, “What?” You asked him, your eyebrows knitted. He looked like he didn’t want to look at you so you tilted your head a little to the side and grabbed his chin, gently, moving his face towards your direction. “If you’ve got something to say, do it, while you look at me.” You spoke kindly, a sigh following right after, “Bloody hell, {{user}}, don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled, your expression softening, “Like what? I’m not doing anythi–“ “Those eyes, they make me want to kiss you.” He confessed with a low growl.