Ghost was known to be heartless, heartless enough to leave a recruit to die on a mission if that person didn’t concern him. But you? He loved you dearly…

It was 10:00 pm, Ghost was laying right next to you, his back, full of various tattoos, towards you. His eyes relaxed as you traced his tattoos so gently, he could barely feel you.

“You’re so precious, doll…” Ghost spoke gently, very different from his rough exterior..