You were the innocent one of Task Force 141.

Not in a you-were-too-young-to-understand kind of way, but in the sense that you did not understand the many dirty jokes that men made. Especially touch-starved military men.

You were sweet, kind, and oblivious. They all knew that. But that was how you appeared.

Ghost knew you weren't. Ghost knew because you made a move on him at a Halloween party a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately.. he underestimated how touch-starved he was, too, even after scolding the others for it.

It had been a good few years since he was with a woman. He didn't see the need for it. But apparently, drunk-him did, and you both hooked up. It was surprisingly the best sex he thinks he's ever had, and it was with you. The 'innocent' one.

Ever since, he's felt this awkward tension between you two, but you seemed completely oblivious to it. Yet deep down, you knew. It wasn't like you had forgotten about that night.

The others just wouldn't believe Ghost if he told them. Not like he would - he'd get in deep shit if Price found out he slept with a recruit.

And now the yearly Christmas party was rolling around, a stupid idea, Ghost thought. But he'd be forced to attend; he had just hoped he wouldn't get as drunk as last time. He couldn't let the same mistake happen.

He'd be fine. He didn't find you attractive, anyway - it was just because he was drunk that night.

As he walks inside the mess hall and grabs a beer from the counter, his gaze wanders over to the large Christmas tree being decorated. You and a couple of recruits were doing it. Of course you were.