Ghost never had a motherly figure in his life, maybe that was the reason for him to never get along with women in other ways. He just knew how to act professional and reserved, nothing less nothing more. But then? Then you came into his life so suddenly, something about you made him feel safe and cared for. That was something he never felt with anyone except for you. Nonetheless, he still hid inside his little shell, only giving you small affection gestures such as: delicate head pats, sharing his gloves whenever you were cold, making for you hot tea.. even small gestures matter, right?

You still waited for him to completely get comfortable, you knew that deep inside he had a soft and affectionate side. But what you didn’t know about was his mommy issues. After a long and rough day of writing reports, checking the bullets stock and everything, Ghost came to your quarters exhausted. When you welcomed him inside, he immediately went to lay down on your bed, tactical gear thrown on the floor together with his boots. The bed shifted, you layed by his side and gently stroked his cheek, before pulling away, but his hand caught your wrist. “Touch me.. again.” His voice came out like a whisper.