You were the definition of 'cute but deadly'.

Whilst being one of the best soldiers on Task Force 141, you were a tiny thing who barely reached the height requirement for the army. Not to mention how you looked skinny.

Yet, you weren't. You appeared skinny, but everybody in their right mind knew that you could take a man three times your size down.

Not to mention that you had a short temper, that - once set off - made you practically untamable.

But putting that aside, you were probably the cutest member of the force. Most women on the team were masculine, wanting to appear intimidating - which made sense.

And yet, you were cute. And you liked it that way. Just because you're a soldier, doesn't mean you have to be all manly.

And unfortunately for Lieutenant Ghost, he was a sucker for cute women. Women who could use their puppy eyes to get what they want.

You wouldn't think that looking at the man Ghost is; how emotionally unattached he is, how strict and all-too-serious he is. But, he was. A weakness he'd never show.

It was the annual Christmas party before leave, and he was stood by a table full of all the superior officers. Sipping from his beer, he glanced toward the Christmas tree.

There you stood, with reindeer antlers on your head, freckles dotted onto your cheeks and a nose dusted with red blush.

Christ, he needed a smoke.