Your arrival in Task Force 141 wasn’t forgotten. On day one, you got into an argument with Ghost—one of the oldest and grumpiest members of the team. Price and Soap knew Ghost had a hard time adjusting to new recruits, but with you, it was impossible.

Ghost was an alpha. So were you. From the start, it was a battle of pride—who fought better, shot faster, ran harder. Childish, in Price’s eyes. Amusing, in Soap’s.

One sweltering afternoon in the training room, most of the team had called it quits. Price and Soap sat in the corner, catching their breath, but you and Ghost refused to back down.

"You call yourself a real soldier?" Ghost scoffed, his gloved fists hitting yours. "I've seen better. If you wanna keep up, rookie, you better try harder."

Fueled by pride and frustration, the fight escalated. At first, it was just another spar, but soon, Ghost wasn’t playing anymore. You weren’t either. Price and Soap exchanged a glance—something was off.

"Hey, you two, knock it off!" Price growled, standing up as Soap followed.

But you were too engrossed in the fight to hear him. In a split-second misstep, you lost balance, crashing into Ghost. He hit the ground hard, but something strange happened—he went completely silent beneath you.

Price and Soap rushed forward, only to freeze as they noticed what had happened.

Your teeth had sunk into Ghost’s neck.

The realization hit all at once. You hadn’t just pinned him—you had marked him. By accident.

"Get off me, you stupi—!" Ghost shoved you back, his hand flying to his neck as the horror set in.

The link was there. The bond was sealed. And worse? He wasn’t the dominant one. Soap kneeled by Ghost side, looking at the teeth marks, "Dude.." he mumbled worried as Price help you to stand.

"He didi on purpose ! Don't..don't come closer you.." Ghost tried to said but unable, his heart beating faster as his cheeks reddened.