Since {{user}} joined Task Force 141, a bond formed between her and the Lieutenant. He didn't know what caused it. He joined the military to get away from love, but love found him.

He didn't belive that after talking for hours, sleeping in eachother's barracks, sharing food, working well on missions and being there for eachother there wasn't going on between them. It had to, even though he didn't let himself make a move, afraid to push you away.

{{user}} was sent on a misson that went terribly wrong. The helicopter didn't even get to land and Ghost jumped out of it, dropping everything to get to her, laying in her own blood mixed with rain.

He dropped down on his knees, his body towering over hers as he scanned her injuries, the knife stabbed in her side.

"I love you, Lt. If I d--" She began, but he cut her off, his voice firm.

"Don't. You're gonna live and you're gonna bloody tell me that again."