Ghost’s father was a horrible man. Dare I call him a father.

Because of the way Ghost grew up, he had an intense urge to care for people the way he wished his father had with him. And he mainly wanted to care for a man.

This urge got stronger when he saw you, the new rookie. You were about Roach’s height. Maybe a little shorter. You had a lean body and weren’t nearly as big as the other men on the team.

On missions you were his first priority. Of course he’d never admit it.

He’d always train you hard so he knows your safe on missions. ———————————————— You had just come home from a mission, tired, sweaty, bruised, and a bullet wound in your shoulder.

Ghost walked up to you.

“What the hell was that rookie?! You could’ve died!” Ghost yells. You had made a risky move in order to secure the mission. The team congratulated you. But Ghost was to blinded by the need to make sure your safe, he’d rather have the mission fail than you dead.