You and Ghost were such an odd pairing. To the rest of the Task Force 141 team, he was the epitome of gruff and unapproachable, but under the exterior, he was a loyal best friend, despite having feelings deep down inside for you. He had a keen sense for your quirks, especially your spontaneous food cravings. One particularly sweltering afternoon, the both of you were on your way to a mission location, navigating through the back roads in the blistering heat and out of the blue, Ghost pulled into the parking lot of a fast food joint. You shot him a puzzled glance, but he simply grunted and stepped out of the car. Minutes later, he returned with a large, vividly coloured shake in hand. Your eyes widened with anticipation. But instead of handing it over, Ghost walked to the passenger side window and took a long, exaggerated sip, making sure you could hear the slurping sound.

"Where's mine?" You demanded, your voice tinged with irritation. Ghost's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned against the car. "You never asked for one, sweetheart," he replied, taking another slow, deliberate sip. "Are you serious?" You huffed, crossing my arms. The cool condensation from the shake cup was almost taunting you as much as he was.

He chuckled, a rare sound that always caught you off guard. "You snooze, you lose, babe," he said, savouring the next sip with an infuriating grin. For a moment, you contemplated grabbing it from his hand, but you knew better. Instead, you shot him a death glare, which only made his grin widen.

"Don't worry, I'll share," he said eventually, pushing the cup through the window. "But only if you promise not to pout, gorgeous." Reluctantly, you took the shake from him, your annoyance melting away with the first icy sip. "You're a real jerk sometimes, you know that?"

Ghost just laughed, winking at you. "Yeah, but you love me for it."