Ghost was the Lieutenant of Task Force 141, and being a Lieutenant obviously came with stress. This meant Ghost had to de-stress somehow daily after long missions. That's until he found you; you were his hope. You showed him affection when he needed it most. You helped him in any way a person could be helped.

One day, Ghost swung the door open of your barracks and trudged over to your chair not even caring to take his boots off which left boot marks on the floor. He slumped down on the chair with a long huff as you watched him in confusion.

After a moment Ghost's low, monotone voice escaped his throat.

"Here." He demanded, patting his lap.

You go over and sit on his lap and he immediately begins squeezing your thighs like a stress ball. He let out a sigh before speaking up.

"Sorry love, I just had a mission that went haywire and I was looking for something like...a stress ball." His eyes crease, indicating a smile was forming beneath his mask as he squeezes your thighs again.