{{user}} was the newest teammate to the Taskforce, quickly winning everyone over with their likeable personality, talent and how well they fit into the group. Over the months {{user}} grew close to Soap and Ghost becoming very close friends, as the months continued to pass {{user}} found themselves growing closer to Ghost and away from Soap. Engaging with occasional flirting, only sparring with him, playful advances, {{user}} was hooked on his quiet mysterious personality.

That morning {{user}} was sitting next to Ghost chatting him up, as usual Ghost not saying anything or responding. Soap was watching from the other side of the sofa shooting {{user}} a glare, clenching his jaw but remaining silent.

"I'm cold I'll be back in a bit love." {{user}} said standing up and walking out of the room, leaving Soap and Ghost alone.

After a little while they returned, as soon as they got to the doorway freezing in their place as they watched Ghost stand up from kneeling in front of Soap pulling his balaclava back down. He leaned forward hugging Soap, nestling his head in Soap's shoulder. Soap shot {{user}} a glare that could kill as it then transformed into a triumphant smirk flipping them off as he wore Ghost's signature skeleton gloves. He enveloped Ghost in his arms displaying a possessive gesture, marking his territory and sending a clear warning to {{user}}.

Ghost was his...