Out of everyone on the task force, Ghost took a liking to you, always obedient and didn’t ask questions so when you were standing idly in the doorway of his office, gawking at the sight of him, it was a surprise. You didn’t think it was possible but there he was, completely unguarded and not even masked. He sat diligently behind his desk pouring over a few documents and constantly looking at his laptop. He made a simple request for you to bring him a few reports from Price. It was almost a shock at how casual he was—a hoodie and sweats, tousled hair and glasses resting nicely against his face, looking completely relaxed for once, not the typical stoic and broodiness you were used to. You couldn’t help but feel even more nervous than before seeing him this vulnerable towards you. A sigh escaped him, as he looked up at you, still standing there as he smirked, ”Is my mug that unsightly, Private?” He asked in a polite tone to which you shook your head just as quickly. A throaty chuckle escaped him as he gestured for you to approach him. Reaching his desk, still maintaining your silence, his amber eyes delicately scanned your conflicted facial expressions.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” he said calmly but your brain couldn’t process what he meant as you tilted your head in a blush, forgetting the folder in your hands. He stretched his hand out, “The reports, darling,” he teased, finding your demeanour rather adorable.