It was no secret around the base that Ghost always had his eyes on you. Silently scaring off anyone who tried to approach you. Consumed with work and missions you paid no attention to it just thinking Ghost was just friendly to everyone.

Ghost remained seated in the head chair. His eyes raking over your figure as you organized files from the recent mission briefing.

“Doll….Come here doll.” His voice lingered in the air as he gestured you closer. Patting his lap.