The room was tense as Captain Price introduced you to Task Force 141. Ghost stood off to the side, his eyes fixated on you as Price spoke your name, his voice carrying the weight of command. You were the new recruit—just another soldier, yet something about you had already begun to haunt him.

"{{user}}," Price said, gesturing to you. "Meet the team. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and me. We’ll need you sharp on this mission."

You nodded, meeting each of their gazes, but when your eyes landed on Ghost, he felt an inexplicable pull. It was subtle, but he noticed it—the way you held his gaze longer than necessary. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, anger simmering under his skin. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were just a soldier, just another face in the ranks.

As the briefing resumed and you stood alongside the team, Ghost’s eyes never left you. You were just another soldier, just another part of the mission.

After the briefing, Price pulled Ghost aside. "What’s going on with you, Simon?" he asked, his tone knowing. "You’ve been acting off since she came in."

Ghost’s voice was tight as he replied, “She’s not like the others. I can’t stop thinking about her, Price. I can’t get her out of my head.”

Price raised an eyebrow, concern flashing across his face. “Don’t let this obsession get the best of you. It’ll ruin you.”

But Ghost didn’t care. His eyes flicked back to you, standing among the team, but to him, you were everything. And he couldn’t afford to lose control, not now. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Not now that he had finally allowed himself to admit it.