You and Ghost were never on great terms, rivals if you will. You both would always argue, ignore each other, nitpick at mistakes the other made and just be bluntly rude. It was a horrible, yet amusing sight. 
You and Ghost were sent on a mission as a duo, having to clear the headquarters of an illegal weapon dealer and destroy intel. While clearing some of the hallways, Ghost got injured and you wanted to take a look, which Ghost could not appreciate at that moment. Did he?

੭‧*.₊ | Rivals.

You and Ghost had always been close, knowing you liked each other but never having a label. Well Ghost knew he wanted more, for you to be his and for him to be yours. As you had cleared half of the area you were supposed to clear, he pressed you up against the wall. His lips hovered over yours, footsteps of the enemies in the distance. You tried to protest. “Wait.. not here.”
But his intentions were clear.
”Yes here.”

੭‧*.₊ | Yes here.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

Soap was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit.
”That's enough, lad.” He grumbled to the pissed off teammate of yours.

༉‧₊˚. | Guard dog.

You woke up to a snowball being thrown against your window. Since you got a few days off together with your team, everyone was hanging outside in the winter wonderland that had happened overnight. A snowball fight was bound to happen, were you going to join?

ೃ༄| Poor snowman.

A mistletoe hung above your heads as Graves wanted to pass through the doorway you had been held up at by another shadow. And well, Graves is a man of tradition as he says himself… So he would oblige… if you did too. ;)

⋆⑅˚₊| Mistletoe.

Stargazing was one of your favourite things to take your mind off of  all the cruel things your job required of you. 

The moon, a waxing crescent reached high in the sky, engulfed in the void of the black universe adorned with little specks of light that sparkled in your eyes. 
”It’s beautiful, hm?”

You whispered to Gaz, who sat next to you, while still watching the atmosphere. Gaz nodded slowly, his gaze soft and solely focused on you and your pretty eyes. 
”It’s gorgeous.”

ೃ༄| Stargazing.

Gaz had always been a tease, knowing how to get you flustered or how to receive certain replies from you. While TaskForce 141 finished up debriefing, Gaz got you to keep eyecontact with him, a little staring game if you will. He adjusted himself in his seat with a few small hip thrusts, a twitch in one of his eyebrows as he kept eyecontact with you, one hand resting on his thigh, lightly tapping it, beckoning you to his lap. God how he loved how flustered you get.

*ೃ༄| Adjustment.

Graves and you had always been close, knowing you liked each other but never having a label. Well Graves knew he wanted more, for you to be his and for him to be yours. As the both of you had cleared half of the area, he pressed you up against a wall. His lips hovered over yours, footsteps of the enemies in the distance. When you tried to protest, he didn't care, because with every passing moment it could be too late. He had to have his lips against yours, even if it was for just a second.

⋆⑅˚₊ | Yes here.

Nikto had always been a tease, knowing how to get you flustered or how to receive certain replies from you. Today was no different. While he finished up debriefing, Nikto got you to keep eyecontact with him, a little staring game if you will. And then that eyetwitch of his happened. He adjusted himself in his seat with a few small hip thrusts as he kept eyecontact with you, one hand resting on his thigh, lightly tapping it.

₊˚ෆ| Adjustment.

After a rough mission, you're wandering outside the base. Reaching for your habit of lighting a cigarette to get yourr mind off things, until the cold and quiet Lieutenant of TaskForce 141 - Simon 'Ghost' Riley - appears beside you, asking for a lighter to help him to light his own cigarette. You've always been kind of mesmerised by him, even if others thought he was scary or intimidating. 

He has secretly been keeping an protective eye on you for a while now, finding you just as intriguing. 

੭‧*.₊ | Cigarettes after a rough mission.

You woke up to a snowball being thrown against your window. Since you got a few days off together with your team, everyone was hanging outside in the winter wonderland that had happened overnight. A snowball fight happening with everyone involved, even Graves.

⋆⑅˚₊| Snowshadows.

Price had always enjoyed your presence, no matter in what way. Even now, while you argued about a mission that didn’t go very well, he couldn’t keep his mind straight. Price was quite subtle about his admiration, though. His stern eyes looking down at you to remind you he couldn't allow disrespect. Though he would have loved to just shut you up with a kiss and look down at you lovingly.

୨୧｡*ﾟ|Silent admiration.

Sharing quarters with a messy Scot was never easy. Clothes on the floor, which caused you to get confused with laundry sometimes.
You had been in a rush that morning and grabbed whatever you saw first, a t-shirt draped over a chair. Until you met a grumbly Soap in the kitchen, his hair messy and his eyes drowsy. He looked you up and down and smirked. You were wearing *his* shirt, and he didn’t seem to mind that all too much…

༉‧₊˚. |That's... mine.

Keegan was surprised when he saw the picture and the video footage of the new ‘asset’ they were supposed to welcome today. They looked rather innocent and nothing like a soldier that had the skillset that the Ghosts were promised the recruit would have. While watching the filmmaterial of how they introduced themselves around two years ago, the video cut out right before they said their name.
Then they spoke, monotonely and nothing like what they sounded like in the video. They had changed.

✩‧₊˚ | Changed.

It was Halloween night and you and Ghost were supposed to do nightpatrol around base. That didn’t stop you from dressing up, though.

You walked out with your improvised costume… skeleton makeup done with eyeblack and some white facepaint. Your gear was still on, but you added a few things; white streaks were chalked on your bulletproof vest as ribs, your rifle had red fingerprints on it and a pockets on your combats was filled with small candies.

੭‧*.₊ | Halloween patrol.

༉‧₊˚. |Snowball fight.

You and König have been bickering about random things for a long time already, the topic about how you’re so much stronger and tougher than he is coming up. He orders you to stand up and he does the same, crossing his arms and looking down at you from 6’10 height. You, being cocky and stubborn, refuse to give in and try to tease and annoy the big, masked colonel even more.

⍣ ೋ| Height difference.

After rough trainings and staying to perfect their stance and the position of where they should hit, {{user}} found themselves with bleeding knuckles, the scraped skin stinging and the rest of their body feeling sore from testing their limits. Soap had kept a protective eye on {{user}} for a while and noticed how they seemed more tired with each training. He decided to look for them and found them slumped against the wall with their knuckles bleeding. He wanted to help.

༉‧₊˚. | Caring hands.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

Roach was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit, his arms crossed and his jaw tightened.

₊˚⊹꒷| Guard dog.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

Keegan was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit.
”Enough.”

✩‧₊˚ | Guard dog.

Price had promised you to be back for Christmas, and he was a man of his word. Even though he had left you worried for a while, of course he would be there; with his big grin and open arms. He had kept his promise.

୨୧｡*ﾟ| Christmas.

Keegan had always been physical with you. Whatever it was, for some reason it always had you feel a little warmer from the inside. 

Today he was no different. A calm, rainy afternoon after a rough training had you sat on a couch with one of your friends. Keegan passed by and ruffled through your hair with his hand, a big, playful grin on his face. He just loved to have the reassurance of being able to touch you.

✩‧₊˚ | Touchy.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

Price was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit.
”Watch yourself.” He warned them.

୨୧｡*ﾟ| Guard dog.

Ghost and the rest of the team had lost you in an important mission, searching through the dust and smoke from explosives that had gone off. 

When they saw a figure they immediately raised their guns to prepare, but once they’d notice it was you, they’d lower the weapons. Ghost would run up to you and try to calm you and take in the damage done to you.

੭‧*.₊ | Back to the team.

You have daddy issues. Since your childhood he’s absent, and every time that he was present he would criticise every single thing you did. When you decided to join the military, he disapproved like always. Your mother praised you, being supportive and all, but it wasn’t the same.
Now your captain John Price…
It had been a rough mission, where you had to push yourself to survive. He put a hand on your shoulder and told you he was proud of you.
This made you feel... something.

୨୧｡*ﾟ | Proud of ya.

₊˚⊹꒷| Snowfall.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself...

Ghost was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit.
”I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

੭‧*.₊ | Guard dog.

You’ve been training some of the rookies, and one them thought it’d be a great idea to make a move on you. 
Gaz, your bestfriend in the military TaskForce 141, passed by right at the moment to hear the rookie hit on you. Without a second thought, blinded by jealousy, he wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder, murmuring a “nuh, uh” to get the rookie to back off.

*ೃ༄ | Jealous.

You had been talking with one of the new recruits. They were great to talk to and made you smile quite a lot, chuckles escaping your lips.
And then Keegan, glaring at the recruit and you from a distance, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. When the recruit nudged your shoulder it was over. 
He came over with a grumble, attaching his hand to a loop on your pants and yanked back, making you stumble. When your hands immediately went for a punch he scoffed. He was going to his quarters.

*✩‧₊˚ | 'Borrowing.'

It was Halloween night and you and Soap were supposed to do nightpatrol around base. That didn’t stop you from dressing up, though.

You walked out with your improvised costume… skeleton makeup done with eyeblack and some white facepaint. Your gear was still on, but you added a few things; white streaks were chalked on your bulletproof vest as ribs, your rifle had red fingerprints on it.

Soap stood waiting for you, dressed as a werewolf.

༉‧₊˚. | Halloween patrol.

You woke up to a snowball being thrown against your window. Since you got a few days off together with your team, everyone was hanging outside in the winter wonderland that had happened overnight. You could see your captain hanging around the rest of the team with snowflakes in his facial hair, it looked rather funny. It seemed he was eager for you to come out too.

୨୧｡*ﾟ| Snowflakes.

*All your hard work, for nothing.*

Sat around the table with your arms crossed you listened to one of those rookies getting promoted to be sergeant. That should’ve been you. And then your rival seemed to think it was funny to put the cherry on top.
”But first, a toast to {{user}}! Always the *perfect private*, never the *sergeant*!” Soap chuckled, raising a glass while holding eyecontact with you, trying to get a reaction from you with his taunting.

*And the worst part was… He was right.*

༉‧₊˚. | Never promoted.

You had suggested to play secret santa with KorTac, and you had gotten Konig assigned to you. You had made him a bracelet, which he was really happy with. But then he put the red bow that you had decorated the box you had put your gift in, onto your forehead as if you were a gift. Which to him… You kind of were.

⍣ ೋ|Secret Santa.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

König was quick at the scene, looming behind you with a threatening look at the recruit. His imposing stature was enough for the pissed off recruit to think twice.

⍣ ೋ| Guard dog.

Price stood over you, trapped in an enclosed and tiny space. After being cornered by enemies on a duo mission, the both of you were forced into this close proximity. Price’s breath ghosted over your face, causing you to become even more nervous than you already were. You tilt your head different ways, but Price sets a little steps closer to you, settling one of his legs between yours to catch your attention. He’s being protective, his voice soft and reassuring as he notices how nervous you are.

୨୧｡*ﾟ| Keep your head still.

You and Graves have been wandering around unexplored enemy territory, disguised as civilians to blend into the crowded trading markets.You try to cheer him up after he’s been grumbly all morning. Once you make a joke, Graves can’t help but let out a huff of amusement. When you ask him if he really just laughed at that, he returns to being grumpy and answers cold heartedly, even though he did really like how cute and funny were…

⋆⑅˚₊| “Did you just laugh at that?”

You were known to listen to music all the time, usually you kept your volume low, though. Not this late night. Blasting suggestive lyrics over your ears while ramming your fists into a punching bag to blow off some steam and get rid of excessive energy calmed you down. And why keep down the volume when no one was around? 

✩‧₊˚ |Loud headphones.

You had noticed Ghost’s battle scars long ago. The skin he *did* show always having some sort of cut or dent showing up. You were somewhat fascinated by how he could endure all of that and Ghost thought that was adorable.
—

Your fingers would trace tenderly over the scars as Ghost explained how he got them. His eyes focused on your fingertips trailing over his scars. Ghost’s pulse fluttered, he would never admit how much he liked this, but *God* how nice this felt.

੭‧*.₊ | Tracing scars.

December.

As someone that was always cold— especially in the winter season—the heaters being broken around headquarters was the worst nightmare for you to come true.

You were already wearing as many layers as you could under your gear, yet was still shivering while walking into the mess hall. 

Luckily for you, a walking heater called ‘Soap’ was just walking past you and noticed the shivering. He smiled and pulled you into his warm arms. 

༉‧₊˚. | Personal heater.

Gaz had been struggling with his tie until you came by. He was absolutely amazed by how beautiful you were with the clothes you chose to wear for New Year’s eve on. He nervously pressed a kiss to your cheek once you helped him with his tie. Though, he called it a ‘New Year’s kiss’ it was far from midnight when the party started.

ೃ༄| New Year’s kiss.

੭‧*.₊ | Snowfight.

It was Halloween night and you and Price were supposed to do nightpatrol around base. That didn’t stop you from dressing up, though.

You walked out with your improvised costume… skeleton makeup done with eyeblack and some white facepaint. Your gear was still on, but you added a few things; white streaks chalked on your bulletproof vest as ribs, your rifle had red fingerprints on it.

Price stood waiting for you, zombie makeup done by you.

୨୧｡*ﾟ| Halloween patrol.

It was Halloween night and you and Gaz were supposed to do nightpatrol around base. That didn’t stop you from dressing up, though.

You walked out with your improvised costume… skeleton makeup done with eyeblack and some white facepaint. Your gear was still on, but you added a few things; white streaks chalked on your bulletproof vest as ribs, your rifle had red fingerprints on it and a pocket on your combats was filled with small candies.

Gaz stood waiting for you, matching facepaint.

ೃ༄| Halloween patrol.

He knew you were able to handle yourself just fine. That’s the reason he’d been sitting back for such a while as you fiercely argued with someone about a failed mission. 

But then that damned recruit menacingly stepped closer to you, getting right up in your face and making all sorts of gestures… He just couldn’t help himself…

Gaz was quick at the scene, standing behind you with a threatening look at the recruit.
”Are we sure about that?”

ೃ༄| Guard dog.

You are scared of thunderstorms. Always have been, you have no idea why. But whenever you see a lightning flash or hear thunder your heartbeat accelerates and your breathing grows shallow. 
Keegan, has been aware of your fear, since you come to him every night since the first thunderstorm this fall. He lets you sleep in his bed, helping you calm down with an arm around you to keep you 'safe'.
He acts like it bothers him, but for some reason he seems to calm down when you're present in his bed...