Too many times Ghost came back from a mission late. He would come back to the compound, to your shared living quarters smelling of another woman. You know just who it was too. A female soldier that seemed to always have missions with him but refused to work with you.

This time you were waiting for him in the little kitchenette. Sitting at the table tracing the edges of your wedding ring as he walks in.

“Darling, what are you doing still up? It’s 1am.”