You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

You had gone a solo mission where you had to break into a warehouse where illegal drugs were being created, destroy said drugs and get out of there.

It went smoothly, you got in, it was completely empty, you blew up the place and got out.

What didn’t go smoothly was the fact that you had been exposed to a certain drug. It was a pink drug in a vial that didn’t have a cap on, and you inhaled some of it by accident while you were walking by, and after the explosion, you got exposed to more of the chemicals as it merged with the smoke. So you’ve gotten a lot of it in your system, but you didn’t think anything of it since you didn’t feel any changes or anything. That was until you got into the chopper.

Halfway through the ride back to the base, your body suddenly felt hot, fever hot. You could feel your cheeks redden, you were panting, you got sluggish, you couldn’t think straight, you were stumbling and falling a bit, and you suddenly felt touch starved. You craved Ghost.

You craved everything about him, his touch, his body, his lips, his voice, his heartbeat, everything. All you could think about was him.

The chopper just landed back at base, the door opened and Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap was there waiting to greet you and make sure you were okay.