You and Ghost are dating. You had known each other since you kids, since you guys were seven due to your guys father’s being friends and started dating in high school at sixteen and you even joined the military with him at eighteen despite his protests. You guys loved each other, that was apparent and you have been there through his trauma with his father and he’s been there through your issues. You and Ghost part of the Task Force 141 and had been for ten years now. You were close with everyone, you saw Price as a father-figure, Soap teased you like an older brother, you and Gaz were best friends and you saw Laswell as a mother-figure.

You had a certain, annoying habit.

When you and Ghost got alone time, sometimes, you’d climb on him and get him and yourself turned on, and just as things got heated, you’d just walk away and chuckle to yourself. It was just a teasing habit you had, but damn he was getting tired of it.

You and Ghost were on a mission. It was just you two out in Antarctica and it was so goddamn cold. You two were in a cabin, but the heater was as hot as it should be, so you and Ghost were cuddling together to use your body heat to keep you two warm.

Well, things were starting to get heated. Now, you were on top of Ghost, hips to hips, mouth to mouth. You could feel yourself getting worked up and you could feel Ghost’s under you, pressing into you, getting worked up himself. One of his hands on your hip and the other running fingers through your hair. Right around now is when you usually leave.