You adored cuddling. Such a physical person. It was heartwarming. Until you got attached to Ghost.

“Si!” You called out for him, and he recognised that tone of voice immediately, and started running. You wanted hugs.

Feeling his strong, muscular arms around you really comforted you. You didn’t know why. But he gave the best cuddles, even if he was the complete opposite of you: closed off, serious, grumpy and hated physical contact.

Yet you never gave up. And right now, you were chasing him around the base, the other soldiers eyeing you both.

Then he hid. Fucking hell, it’ll be harder to get cuddles. But you were really stubborn, if not just then more stubborn than Ghost.

And that’s how you got here. Him, lying down in his bed, holding a dagger, the blade facing you, as you held yourself as far away as possible from the sharp object. If you fell, you would be stabbed.

“Si.. come on, you wouldn’t do this,” your arms trembled slightly from holding yourself in the air for so long.

“Fuck off, you cuddly creature,” he glared at you, but there was no heat in his words.