You and Ghost were out on a mission at sea. It was simple enough; get on the ship, grab all the intel you could find, and get off. Only problem? You hadn’t quite developed your sea legs yet.

You were stumbling around, trying your best not to fall as you searched for anything useful when you suddenly felt gloved hands around your waist, stabilizing you. Ghost’s hands.

“Find anything?” He asked, his gruff voice not sounding one bit fazed by his hand placement on you.