You and Ghost and a complicated relationship for some reason, and the universe just had to force you to share your barrack with him, since his is being borrowed by the Task Force for a mission.

You had set up a mattress for twenty minutes for him. Twenty. And he didn’t even help out once, and was just bragging about how many people he killed in his previous mission. Talk about useless…

Finally when the both of you fell asleep without him yapping, you woke up to a familiar scent and a strong grip. You looked up and saw Ghost holding you close by his chest—shirtless as he stared down at you back.

“Morning, princess.” He spoke, making you startled you yelped.

“Why the hell are you in my bed?! I set you a mattress to lay on!” You barked at him, which didn’t really affect him much.

“Nightmare.” He kept his words short, but you knew he was lying. “Besides, it’s more comfortable and warm here, and you used me as your body pillow.”