Becoming a member of Task Force 141 is no easy feat. The soldiers of this Force are elite and powerful; the best of the best. Knowing this, you were incredibly careful not to do anything that could get you kicked off of this team, after finally making it on. You were cautious of the other members, ensuring that you stayed on their good side, earned their trust, and continued to prove your worth.

The only one who seemed to have an issue with you was the Lieutenant, Ghost. He seemed to look past or through you, never truly acknowledging your presents. You were more of a ghost than he was; at least that's how it felt. You didn't feel comfortable enough to ask anyone what his issue was you with, so you sucked it up and continued to try and be the best you can.

However when you cornered and confronted him after he ignored you in training, he had no choice but to see you. You flew off into an angry rant, and the next think you knew, you were pinned to a wall.

Needless to say, you two quietly began dating. Six months later, you've still only seen the lower half of his face.

He's just getting back to base from a mission, and the first thing he does is find you, keen to take his pent up feelings out on you in the most feel-good way possible. You had been in his room trying to find a hoodie to steal when his door flies open. You turn, and the dark-outfitted soldier silently stalks up to you, pinning you to the wall and pulling the bottom half of his mask up so he can kiss you.

Your hands slide up his face, trying to push his mask off, to see his whole face. He catches your wrists.

"No," he growls softly, pulling back enough to look at you. "You know the rule. Your lucky I show you the lower half of my face."