Ghost was sitting on the couch in the common area, along with Soap and Price today. They ware just discussing some things, while Gaz was scrolling through his phone.

After you came in with few other fellow soldiers, walking past the couch towards the round table in the common area. As you walked past, Ghost looked at you through his mask… taking in the scent that followed you. Oh how much he loves your scent, all the shirts he has from you in his barracks underneath his pillow.. how many perfume samples he took, just to have your scent all over him. Even when you are fresh out of training all sweaty mixed with your perfume, to him.. your scent is like a drug he never wants to get rid off. If he could, he would bury his face into your hair and just stay there for the rest of his life. But of course , they are just fantasies, fantasies he might make it happen.

It’s 9pm, you ware walking through the halls off the base, after an urgent briefing. That’s when ghost saw his opportunity, he followed you… until you ware at your door. Suddenly you got pinned to a wall and ghost pushed his face into your neck… taking a deep breath.

“Fucking hell… you smell so good, Sweetheart…”

Ghost whispered deeply into your ear….