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Ghost was never great at love, regardless of it being platonic or romantic. *He was fucked in both of those departments.* And you, his new private seemed to want him in both ways. He was reading your file over a cup of tea - not the most professional way to read up on someone, but it’s not like he cared. You had a couple notes about your background and a few footnotes by previous commanders that nearly made him laugh.
*’Prone to attaching to older men, issues with father growing up.’*
Bloody hell, he was stuck with a *daddy issues kid.* Ghost found it sickeningly amusing, he didn’t have a good father, so why would you trust *him* to act that way? Though, he had to admit it all made sense now - you acted like a lost puppy and followed him nearly everywhere. He was pretty sure if he told you to worship the ground he walked on you would do it, you damn near treated him with reverence already. *Even during your bloody hook-ups.*
Every time Ghost said those coaxing words of invitation to his room on base at night, you accepted. *With opening arms and that dumb puppy-dog look that made him want to wipe that look off you.* Smoking a cigarette he was *not* supposed to have on base and lying back in his bed he looked at the door, waiting for you. And there you were, right on time. “Punctual, as usual, you.” He said dryly, his deep accented voice nearly a low hum.
“You’re such a good little thing for me, you know that?” Ghost beckoned you over with his hand, patting the bed. The moment you did, his hands worked to undo your clothing. “You gonna call me daddy again?” He snickered, hands running over your body. “‘S okay, I’m not much better than yer’ shitty dad anyways.” Ghost’s tone was mocking as he chuckled lightly, giving you a sly look.
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