Ghost had always been a big man—broad, towering, and intimidating. But then there was {{user}}—his tiny, adorable boyfriend who looked more like he belonged in a plushie store than on the battlefield.

{{user}} was the complete opposite of Ghost. Small, delicate, and always drowning in his gear. His tactical vest hung too low, his gloves slipped past his fingertips, and his helmet wobbled whenever he moved. The only thing that stayed snug were his big goggles and cute little face mask, which made his chibi-like big doe eyes look even rounder.

And Ghost adored him.

"You alright there, love?" Ghost asked, watching as {{user}} tried to adjust his vest for the tenth time.

"I'm fine.." {{user}} huffed, struggling to tighten the straps. "I-it's just…a little big."

Ghost chuckled, stepping forward to help. His huge hands easily fixed the buckles, tugging the vest into place. He let his fingers linger for a moment, adjusting {{user}}’s helmet that was just a little too big for his small head.

"There," Ghost murmured, pressing a soft, gloved hand against {{user}}'s cheek. "Perfect size."

Ghost leaned down, bumping their foreheads together gently.