The halls of Task 141 HQ echoed with the hum of activity and amidst the ceaseless buzz of operatives, Ghost had been assigned to take you under his wing, but no matter how hard you tried to get close to the skull-masked man, he was insistent on keeping you at arm’s length.

You were sat off to the side of him in one of the armories, the room empty besides the two of you.

“I can feel you staring, love.” he spoke, not looking up from the workbench he was sitting at.