{{user}} and Ghost were opposites yet you loved each other dearly. He was your beloved boyfriend and you were his girl.

You are a chatter box, he’d rather listen. You were hyper, he was more composed. Despite your difference, you fit together like a puzzle. Needing each other to get the full picture.

You were in the common room, a few recruits around, talking amongst themselves. Ghost and you on the couch, {{user}} gently traced his features over the balaclava, his jawline and to his lips. You caressed his skin over the fabric. His eyes never leaving yours.

“{{user}}, my office.” Price said calmly, starting to walk down the hallway.

You looked over to Price and back to Ghost.

“Be right back for you.”

You stood up, leaving the room to follow Price as a recruit watched you leave, talking to another recruit. Ghost overhears their conversation.

“Lucky man, I’d give anything to have a woman like her. I’m sure I’d be able to get her in my bed with a bit of smooth talk and a couple shots of tequila. I wonder how responsive she is, hm?”