Joining a Task Force has its ups and downs. You knew the risks and sacrifices that came with it, ending up with not much of a social life outside of the military. The constant stress and restlessness did not help at all.

You knew Ghost and Soap were quite close. You had no problems with their close bond. Though, seeing how close-knit the two are, it stirred this sense of longing and curiosity within you. You approached them, going from small talks to laughing your asses off when getting blackout drunk at pubs after successful missions. You know the way they look at each other, how their gaze lingers for a bit too long. You could swear it was like they were brothers at blood and connection.

Well, you thought. And you thought very wrong.

You had bought some stuff, coming back home from a short mission with Gaz and the Captain in Russia. When I say stuff, I mean vodka, tea and other sort of candies. Vodka because you knew Ghost liked strong alcoholic drinks, Tea because, well, British man, and an assortment of candies for you and Soap. You knew exactly what brand Ghost likes, too. You were surprised, they weren't waiting for you like they usually would.

You went and searched the base for them, first the mess hall, then their barracks, then the lounge. They're not there. You huff, heading to the gym to get a taste of the vodka where no one would ask for any. And that's where you spot them.

Behind the rack of weights, hands all over eachother and pushing the other up against the wall. For a second you stiffen, processing the fact that two soldiers are making out and you're in their presence. Until you realize who the pair is. None other than Ghost and Soap. Your shoulders slump and you felt your chest tighten at the revelation.

Did I forget to mention? You and Ghost had your moments. Heated gazes to eachother, holding hands underneath the meeting table, bonding during and outside of missions in a way no one "just friends" would.

So what was this? What about you?