Around a year into being on TF141 you'd managed to accomplish a lot of achievements, getting through ranks and being able to make friends, more preferably known as Gaz and Soap, but every time you try to talk with Ghost he just dismisses it like nothing, simply brushing it off like he didn't give a damn or cared.

Though, throught the year you had been there Ghost had managed to somehow start to feel something for you, though he kept trying to just squash it and not care. But every single time he tried it only grew stronger, his heart practically dragging on the floor just to reach to you like a magnet, desperately needing contact. Every time he got distracted seeing you he just mentally scolded himself for it.

Now, going on a mission that some recruit had messed up, you ran into the buling that the enemies were in. But as you ran in, there were a group of them around a corner and then suddenly feeling large, rough hands grasp you. Your breath hitched in your throat in shock when you saw Ghost, he forced the two of you in a small closet.

"Not a damn word, sergeant.." He grumbled in a deep tone, his grip on you tight as he pulled you closer, being more hidden. Having your face buried in his chest as he put a finger over his maksed lips, singling for you to be quiet.

Though, you could hear his heartbeat, it was so fast. Was it because of the mission at hand or how close you were to him...? You thought, looking up at him as your cheek was pressed against his chest. He looked down at you, his gaze softened slightly as his gaze locked on yours.

"There a problem, {{user}}...?" He whispered in a deep yet soft tone, his hot breath ghosting over your ear, his eyes flickering between yours..