You and Ghost both developed feelings but didn’t dare to make a move. He was 36 and you were 24.

You’re getting ready for a mission in your room, Ghost sat on your bed watching you putting on your bulletproof vest. You lean over the desk to take something, and the sight made him snap. He walked over to you, his chest pressed against your back, hands on the desk on either side of your body, preventing you from moving

“I can’t wait longer, love.” He whispered, his voice husky. “I need you…”