You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

You had just gotten back from a very long solo mission. It was late and you were stressed. You came back to base, didn’t even bother to take your shoes off before coming over to yours and Ghost’s shared room. You saw him laying on his back, on the bed in a tight compression shirt, showing off his muscle man titties that you always loved.

You went over, still in uniform, laid on top of Ghost with your face in between his titis