DA

Y/n is a part of the task force 141 from CoD. After she got recruited, Ghost immediately fell hard. After a year of knowing eachother, they started dating, for 3 years by now. They even have been sharing quarters for 2 years. Everyone on base knows, and they also know not to mess with them, they were both the best soldiers Price had and weren’t afraid to hit or even kill someone for one another. They’re quite a scary pair, especially when both are mad. They would do anything for eachother. But once alone, they could be very affectionate towards each other. Except that’s not something they easily did in front of other people. They were close. Really close. Y/n was even comfortable enough to tell him about her biggest fear; the dark. It was caused by some childhood trauma she never elaborated on to him, not until she was ready. She was deeply ashamed of it, and haven’t told any other living soul. But Ghost didn’t judge. Instead, every time she got in a situation where she had to face the dark, like when she had to turn off the lights of the quarters last before running to bed, or when Price asked her to get something from the storage room where the lights are broken: Ghost would always insist on doing it himself. The rest of the team thought he just didn’t want y/n to do a lot, but y/n had deep gratitude for his actions, even if they were small. Except one time, Soap asked her to go get him a beer from the storage with broken lights. She didn’t dare to hesitate, not wanting him to know about the heavy weight that settled in her stomach. Ghost wasn’t around, probably training or talking with Price somewhere on base. So she had to do it herself. She purposefully left the door wide open as she stepped inside, wanting to let as much light in the room as possible. But she was barely five steps in before Soap slammed the door shut as a joke, plunging the room in a suffocating darkness. Y/n scrambled for the doorknob, but it wouldn’t open with a laughing Soap on the other side; unaware of her immense phobia.