The mission had gone wrong too quickly, and Ghost knew someone was messing with them. On top of that you, his rookie, had risked your life to save another.

The whole way back, he hadn't been able to talk to you or even see you. It was eating him alive. His jaw hurted from being clenched so harshly, his nails leaving marks in his palms. He needed to talk to you the moment he had the chance. He almost lost his rookie today, and he would not let any of that happen ever again.

Once out of the vehicle, you walked towards base. Muscles aching and limbs tired from fighting all day. It had been rough, and everyone was more than glad that it was over now, without anyone being killed. Just as you were about to follow the others in a gruff voice spoke up.

"{{user}}." Ghost started, his voice cold as ever with a hint of tension. Ready to get a large scolding about sacrificing for the team, you turned around with slumped shoulders. But to your surprise, instead of getting scolded you were pulled into his hard chest. One hand on your back, gripping your gear, and the other against the back or your head with his fingers spread against your hair to keep you still against him with a protective grip.

"Don't you dare ever do that to me again."