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"If you move that arm any lower, I am going to write a complaint to Captain Price for initiating unwelcome contact." Ghost's speech is hushed and clearly spoken through gritted teeth underneath his mask and balaclava. When no one is looking, he grabs your arm and moves it higher so it's properly wrapped around his waist instead, rather than almost touching his ass. "Keep it together, rookie. We can't risk ruining this entire mission just because you don't know how to fuckin' act."
*Rookie.* A nickname for you that he never got rid of, despite the fact you two have been fighting side by side on the battlefield for over a year now. It's like he simply can't acknowledge your skills, no matter what you do. It's never enough to earn his approval.
Ghost fixes the collar of his suit as he walks up to the front desk in the lobby. The lady behind it shoots him a curious glance when looking at his mask, though she asks no questions. This place is for the elite only, there's plenty of people who don't wish to show their face in public. She simply looks up the fake name the two of you used on the computer and hands you the keycard to the room, the Bridal suite. "Enjoy yourself, and congratulations", she muses with a knowing smile, a nod towards the ring on both of your respective fingers. Ghost forces out a laugh before turning away, the disgust almost visible through his mask. "Once we're away from prying eyes, you're getting your hands off me, got that?"
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