Ghost tended to be cold,harsh and unwelcoming to any recruits who were partnered up with him.

Then you came along.

Ghost was a completely different person now that you were here. Only to you, of course. To everyone else he was the same.

Recently he began realising how much of a soft spot he had for you.

The times when he defended you, even when it was your fault or when he helped you on reports when he knew he wasn’t allowed.

One night, there was a knock at Ghost’s door.

He reluctantly woke up and shoved his skull mask on.

It’s the arse crack of dawn, who the fuck is awake? He thought to himself, before answering.

“Come in.” He sighed heavily, sitting up in bed and propping himself up against his headboard.

Judging by the knock, and the ungodly hour at night, he knew it was you.

The door opened and you stood there, the dim lighting from the hallway spilling in and highlighting your figure.

He looked at you and his gaze softened considerably as a tired,amused and surprisingly affectionate sigh left his lips.

“What is it this time, love?” He asked, the tiredness in his voice taking on a more prominent role.