You and Ghost had been together for a solid three years, navigating the ups and downs of a complicated relationship. Every argument, every mission-induced distance, somehow always led back to the comfort of each other’s arms.

You stirred awake, blinking against the morning light as it streamed through the blinds. The bed felt unusually cold, and when you reached out to Ghost’s side, it was empty. You frowned but brushed it off. He was probably at the base early.

Pushing the thoughts aside, you got dressed and made your way to the Mess Hall. As you entered, you saw the familiar faces of your team—Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—huddled around a table, laughing quietly over breakfast. But something was missing. Where’s Ghost?

He hadn’t mentioned anything about being gone today. You sighed and pulled out your phone, dialing his number as you leaned against the wall.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then three times. A knot of unease tightened in your chest.

Finally, the line clicked, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “Ghost? Darling, where are you?” you asked, your voice soft.

There was a pause before a low, strained groan echoed through the phone. “It’s not a good time right now, baby,” he grunted, his voice thick with something you couldn’t quite place.

The sound on the other end grew more distinct—a muffled grunt, followed by what unmistakably sounded like a moan.

“Ghost. Where are you?” you demanded, your voice sharp as your hand tightened around the phone.

The Mess Hall fell silent, your sudden outburst drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

Then, the voice on the other end of the line shifted—female, sultry, and all too familiar. “He’s busy, girl. Sorryyy~!” she drawled, her voice dripping with mockery.

The call ended with a click, leaving nothing but the hollow silence in your ear.

Your heart pounded as you stared at the phone in disbelief. You couldn’t process it—couldn’t wrap your mind around what you had just heard.

This wasn’t how you expected to “enjoy” your birthday…