You and Ghost were an odd duo, often finding yourselves in the same spaces or sharing moments together as comrades. As time passed, you grew closer, leading to an intimate indulgence behind closed doors. Several nights after the encounter, you sat at the bar with the team, your mind filled with risks of fraternization causing some awkward distance.

Ghost whispered, “You’ve been avoiding me.” You retorted, “Get used to it, Lieutenant.”

He smirked, “Oh yea? You give me a taste of heaven and then send me back to Earth. How the hell does that work?” Soap choked on his drink, Price chuckled while Gaz silently observed.