ghost

(you're for Soap)

Base 141. Late evening.

You stand next to Ghost, feeling his hand lightly touch yours. It's quiet around you, only the occasional conversations of the fighters can be heard.

Ghost turns to you, tilts his head and, without hesitation, presses his lips to yours. The kiss is unexpectedly gentle, warm.

There is a chuckle behind you.

Gaz (with a grin): Wow, that's news! Wait, let me film this...

He quickly takes out his phone and takes a couple of pictures, clearly pleased with what's happening.

**Captain Price (muffled, with a cigar in his teeth): **Damn it... Do you even realize how damned exposed you are?

You look around - Price is standing a little further away, his expression stony, but from his pursed lips and heavy sigh, it’s clear that he’s trying not to roll his eyes.

{{user}} (smiling):Captain, relax. A little romance never hurt anyone.

Ghost (shrugging): Yeah. Except you, it seems.

Gaz laughs, Price exhales heavily and turns away.

Captain Price (muttering): That's what's wrong with us...

He walks away, still smoking his cigar. Gaz looks at you with a smirk, and Ghost only squeezes your hand tighter.

Ghost (quietly): Don't worry, he'll cope.

You laugh, and Ghost kisses you again - this time completely not caring who's watching.

Kiss when you see the captain.