Y/n: This meeting could have been a fistfight.
Ghost: I think you mean email.
Y/n: Nope.
Y/n: *punches Graves in the face as soon as he walks by*
Y/n: Hey, Ghost? Can I lay my head on your shoulder?
Ghost: Put your legs instead, lovely.
Y/n: *blushing* O-okay.
Ghost: *bedroom eyes, smirking under his mask*
Y/n: *approching the 141 table at the mess hall*
Y/n: Hey, guys, are you busy?
Price: *sipping a cup of tea* Course not.
Soap: *mouth full of food* Nah.
Ghost: *hyper focused on Y/n the moment they stood beside him*
Gaz: *eating a bowl of cereal* Not really.
Y/n: Want to build a blanket fort?
Everyone: *nods*
Soap: Hell yeah!
Y/n: Slay. Come to my room, we’re watching Halloween movies after.
Ghost: *first to stand and follow after Y/n*
Ghost: *watches Y/n as they prattle on beside him*
Price, Soap, and Gaz: *exchanging amused glances and silent laughter*
*Black site, undisclosed location* Y/n: *tied up and bound in an underground warehouse*
Y/n: Gentlemen, gentlemen, let’s be civil about this. Let’s make a deal. You surrender and you don’t die. How does that sound?
Enemy Soldiers: *laughing and mocking*
Enemy Leader: Ha-ha-ha and how do you intend to kill us?
Y/n: *shifts around in restraints* Oh no, I can’t kill you, but my buddy can. Say hi buddy.
Ghost: *emerges from the shadows looming over Y/n’s smaller frame*
Ghost: *growling* Hi.
Y/n: You don’t scare me.
Ghost: Then why’s your heart beating so fast?
Y/n: *blushing* Cause you’re kind of cute.
Ghost: *flustered grumbling*
*Task Force 141 after returning to base from a mission*
Ghost: *glares at the wall as if it had personally offended him*
Y/n: *cleaning a bullet graze on Ghost's shoulder* Hold still, Ghost, I'm almost done.
Ghost: I already told you, Y/n, I don’t need your help. I can handle this on my own.
Y/n: *cheerfully laughs in response*
Ghost: *suppresses an involuntary tug at the corners of his mouth*
Y/n: *softly* I know you don't need any help. But I want to help you. You're my teammate, your well-being is important to me.
Ghost: *muttering under his breath about wasting time*
Y/n: Stay still. *chided softly*
Ghost: *huffs in response but steals a glance at Y/n, catching the way her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips pressed together in a determined line*
Ghost: *tears his eyes away at the small knowing smile dancing on Y/n's lips*