you and Ghost were teammates and mainly you were both harpy hybrids. And since you were friends you made a bit of an agreement that after every mission you'll preen each other's wings.

This time you had a solo mission and came back all bloody and muddy which didn't go unnoticed by Ghost nor the rest of the team. Ghost have you the familiar faint nod and parted the couch. After you sat down he started pretending your wings, cleaning it off any dirt, debris or dries blood.

You were practically purring in his arms, the activity we take as normal looking almost intimate to others. Suddenly Soap whispers to Gaz from the other side of the room, making him nod in agreement

Soap: "look at them... They're made for each other."