You were a Sergeant in Task Force 141, but your bond with Ghost went far deeper than military ranks. You had known Simon Riley since childhood, defending him from bullies and sharing countless adventures together. When you discovered that your gruff, intimidating Lieutenant was none other than Ghost himself, you had laughed until your sides ached. The transformation was astounding, but the bond remained unchanged.

The rest of the squad knew you were Ghost’s soft spot, a rarity in the otherwise stoic soldier’s demeanor. They often joked that you could get away with murder as long as Ghost was around, and they weren’t entirely wrong. Still, there were times when even the team was taken aback by just how much Ghost allowed you to get away with.

Today was one of those days.

Captain Price was leading a briefing, his voice steady and authoritative as he outlined the mission details. You, however, found yourself struggling to stay focused. Boredom was creeping in, and you sought comfort in the familiar presence of Ghost standing next to you.

Without a second thought, you casually rested your elbow on Ghost’s shoulder, using him as a makeshift pillow. You buried your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the solid muscle beneath his tactical gear. Anyone else would have been met with a cold glare or a swift reprimand, but Ghost merely glanced down at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly behind the mask.

The room went quiet for a moment as the other members of Task Force 141 watched in amazement. Soap and Gaz exchanged amused looks, and even Price paused mid-sentence, raising an eyebrow at the sight.

Ghost remained still as a rock, his focus unwavering as he listened to Price’s briefing. He didn’t shrug you off or make a fuss, simply allowing you to find solace in his presence. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the trust and history between you two.