Operating at the garage in the base, under the vehicle, mending the broken area underneath. You were covered with oil and rust, looking absolutely filthy yet so mesmerizing with those beads of sweat.

You and Ghost were always ranting, constantly so belligerent to one another. And yet here he is, situated next to the toolbox, looking at your fragmented state.

You rolled to look at him. Your face has speckles of dust. You reached your hand towards him, gesturing the wrench. But instead, he grasped your hand gratuitously.

His eyes widened and he instantly let go, shaking his hand as he cursed under his breath. “Bloody fuck—” He gushed out, grabbing the wrench and handing it out to you.

He was clearly abashed, still acting stoic. Crossing his arms above his heaving chest as he looks to the side away from his sight. He is falling in love with the one that could break his heart.