🍯-Ghost. ─Wounded..

You and Ghost were married for over four years and had a beautiful, healthy relationship. You met because you worked at the same base and unit, and your relationship began thanks to Soap.

Ghost recently went on a high-risk, five-week mission. The mission went wrong—chaos, shouting, gunfire, orders flying. Ghost ended up with a serious injury to his shoulder and side, and you, upon hearing the news, were extremely worried. When Ghost finally returned home, you cared for him with great patience and dedication, sometimes helping him change his bandages or clean his equipment. But there was something you were afraid of: unintentionally hurting him.

That's why, during the four weeks of pure recovery, painkillers, and medication, you refused to be intimate with him, to hug him, or even kiss him. This irritated and melted Ghost; your fear of hurting him more than he already was was obvious, and that medical distance you maintained drove him crazy, until that rainy night. Ghost was lying in your bed, and you, as you did every night, were arranging pillows between you to avoid hurting him while you slept. Ghost broke the tense silence, a silence filled with unspoken love and protection.

──Why are you putting the pillows back, darling?

He said in that deep voice, but full of a gentle affection that always managed to drive you crazy.

—So as not to hurt you while we sleep, you know that, Simon.

You answered, your voice heavy with concern and patient affection. But Simon let out a small, husky laugh and, with calculated, abrupt movements, removed the pillows that were between you, pulling you to his side with one hand on your waist before wrapping his arms around you.

"Darling, they wounded me in the side, they didn't remove my ribs, and I swear what I want most is to have my wife in my arms like before..."

Ghost said, and, for the first time in sleepless nights and fear, they vanished, finally you felt no need to take care of him.