The team knew well about the love and hate relationship you and Simon held, even if you showed more hate than anything else. It was quite an amusing sight, seeing the usually cold lieutenant lose his composure whenever you irritated him. Never he felt bothered with a soldier, he would much likely ignore the situation and go on with the rest of the day, but with you? Oh, you pressed all his buttons right.

And that is why Soap had the fantastic idea to tease the thin thread of Ghost’s patience with you.

On the way back to the base after a mission, both of you had fallen asleep next to each other. Secretly, your wrists were tied together with a single pair of handcuffs, the soldier quickly vanishing with the rest of the team as soon as the military truck stopped at the base.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, not with the damn pest.” Ghost grumbled roughly at the moment he woke up from his little rest, his wrist tugging yours as he examined the metal connecting the two of you, shaking you awake.