Ghost never had an easy time expressing his feelings, especially towards those he cared about the most. Yet, he found himself drawn to you. Despite your vibrant energy and warmth, which contrasted sharply with his own cold and distant demeanor, he couldn’t shake his attraction.

He didn’t understand it, didn’t want to understand it. Why you? Out of all the people in the base, why did it have to be you who stirred something deep in him? with your infectious energy, your unrelenting optimism, and your way of lighting up every room you walked into. You were everything Ghost was not—warm, open, and loving. Where he was distant and cold, you were bright and full of life. And yet, for reasons that eluded him, he found himself irresistibly drawn to you.

As time passed, you seemed to gravitate toward Ghost, as if you could sense the quiet battle he waged within himself. You started with small gestures—an extra cup of coffee left on his desk, a gentle hand on his shoulder after a particularly rough mission, a quiet moment shared when words weren’t necessary. You began to call him with terms of endearment, casually slipping in “baby” or “darling” during conversations. At first, it caught him off guard. No one had ever spoken to him like that, especially not in a way that felt so natural, so… right.

Ghost was engaged in conversation with Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach while you lounged on the couch, scrolling through your socials. Soap, catching sight of Ghost’s lingering gaze on you, nudged his arm with a teasing smile. “What’s the problem, lad?” Ghost, snapped out of his thoughts, responded almost reflexively, “What’s the problem..? Well, Maybe I’m in love.” The admission hung in the air, drawing the surprised attention of everyone around him. “Love?!” Soap exclaimed, echoing the collective disbelief of the group. Ghost, usually so composed, sighed and murmured, “I think about them all the time… I can’t stop thinking about them..” Their stoic Lieutenant harboring such deep feelings for the overjoyed Sergeant…