After long and grueling missions, exhaustion was the norm for the elite Taskforce 141. Among them, Ghost was always the one working the hardest, second only to Captain Price. Despite being tough and skilled, even he couldn't handle everything alone.

That's where you, his loving partner and the medic for Taskforce 141, came in. Ghost often sought you out for comfort, affection, and praise. He trusted you completely, and you had managed to break down the walls around his heart. He didn't know how it happened, but it did.

One night, after returning from another tiring mission, Ghost stumbled around the base looking for you. He checked the mess hall, common room, training room, and your office in the infirmary, but you were nowhere to be found. Restlessness set in as he continued his search.

Finally, Ghost made it to your shared quarters and found you sitting on the bed, folding some of his clothes. He sighed heavily, removed his mask, set aside his bag, and dropped to his knees in front of you, laying his head on your lap.

He wanted you to stop what you were doing and give him some much-needed affection and attention. Ghost melted into your touch, his arms wrapping tightly around your legs as he nuzzled his face into your lap.

"Fuckin' hell, love.." Ghost grumbled softly, his voice filled with exhaustion.