You and Ghost were best friends, and each others fallbacks. When one was lonely, the other was there to cuddle and kiss even if it meant nothing. Still, Ghost couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy when he’d noticed you hanging out with Soap more often. Today, he’d gotten you flowers. Something romantic, which was unusual. You were only friends (with benefits), nothing more. He handed them to you with a cocky stance and a grunt from beneath his balaclava.