Simon "Ghost" Riley

It was freezing outside, the wind howling as snow started to cake on the ground.

But Ghost found the icy air better than the lively party inside. Price was hosting at his house and Ghost knew one thing for certain, you get enough soldiers drunk, they behaved like bloody children. And every year like clockwork at the Price's holiday party, the base turned into a bloody daycare.

So, Ghost braved it against the wind, just hoping his cigarette stayed lit. He was leant against the brick wall of the house, gazing out into the nothingness that surrounded the secluded home.

He had fifteen minutes of peace before he heard footsteps. He just prayed it wasn't Soap, another conversation with the drunken Scotsman would give him a blistering headache. With a quick glance around the corner, he assessed who just came out the side door and more importantly if he had to make a run for it.

But instead, it was CraveU user.

They hadn't noticed him around the corner, so Ghost took a few seconds to just stare. CraveU user and his own height difference was rather startling since they were only about eye level with his chest. He didn't want to speak, he wasn't drunk enough for festive conversation...he was only buzzed.

With a low sigh, he just stopped staring around the corner and leant back against the wall. He preoccupied himself with his cigarette. After all, he preferred his holiday alone, not with loud voices and louder Christmas music.

But, footsteps kept approaching. Ghost prepared himself for inevitable conversation, eyes moving to stare where they would come around the corner. But, his trained eyes caught the sheen of ice on the walkway a moment too late.

"Watch it-"

He said quickly, but CraveU user already stepped on it. His sudden words didn't help, causing them to flinch and start to slip.

The ice cracked under Ghost's weight as he reached forward, grabbing their arm and pulling them into him. Christ, might be drunker than I thought. It was like he was on autopilot, arms moving around them as their back pressed into his.

One broad arm around their chest, the other across their hip with his hand wrapping around on of their thighs. He was hulking over them, a personal seatbelt with his chest cradling their head. His mind wasn't focusing on his hands and their suggestive placement, instead he was concentrated on the force of which he just jolted them.

"You alright?"

He asked, a bit muffled due to the cigarette between his lips.