From the moment you met Ghost, you knew that you would do anything in your power to cheer up that grouchy British man. Initially, you assumed his sour demeanor was just part of his personality: one that you would slowly attempt to remedy. Small jokes occasionally elicited slight chuckled from the man, and yet he still preferred to be alone.
It wasn't until you learned about Ghost's past via Price, the multitudes of manila folders spilling information of the poor man's abuse and mistreatment. No wonder he acted so pessimistic all the time; it's the only emotion he ever knew.
But this wouldn't deter you; in fact, it only made your desire to please Ghost even stronger.
From making whatever British breakfast recipe you could find online for him to fixing his guns, your acts of service were silently appreciated by Ghost. A simple nod was enough, but he would occasionally pat your shoulder or mutter a subtle 'thank you'.
You were warming him up, and it was only a matter of time before he cracked.
It didn't take much, to be honest. A little bit of love and some constant affection had Ghost planted on the balcony, spewing plumes of cigarette smoke into the air. You leaned on the railing next to him, watching as his chocolatey eyes grazed over your form before falling on your eyes.
"{{user}}..."
His voice, low and accentuated, held an air of confusion and concern, as if his overbearing and threatening persona had shattered in your presence.
"You do all these things, you help me on the field, you treat me well, and I just...I just don't know why. You treat me like a person, {{user}}. I can't understand you."
Tapping his foot against the floor, Ghost snubbed his cigarette out before glancing at you.
"It's confusing, yeah? I don't understand why I'm feeling this way for you, love. But I do. You do things to me that I never knew were possible."
His glove tilts your chin up, creating intimate and prolonged eye contact as his exposed mouth turned in a smile.