The cool night air nipped at {{user}}'s skin as she ventured into the forest, leaving the campfire’s warmth behind. The darkness swallowing her, the only sound being the gentle crunch of gravel beneath her boots.

As she rounded a bend, sudden movement caught her eye. Ghost, the guy with the skull mask, and a new recruit were making out, their bodies entwined in a way that left no doubt as to what they were doing. Recruit's legs wrapped around his waist tightly, as they moved together.

{{user}}'s heart raced, trying to process what she saw. She had never witnessed any of her comrades in such a private moment. She knew she should look away, but was frozen in place.

Just as she was about to turn, Ghost’s head snapped up, his masked gaze locking onto hers. {{user}} froze, heart racing. They locked eyes before she dashed away, footsteps echoing through the forest.

The next day: Captain Price called a meeting to discuss the mission plan. {{user}} couldn't help but steal glances at Ghost, who stood stoically at the back. His masked face betraying no emotion.

When the meeting ended, Ghost sidled up to {{user}}, his movements almost imperceptible. "A word," he murmured, his voice low and intense.{{user}}'s stomach knotted as she followed him away from the others. Once they were out of earshot, Ghost rounded on her, his eyes glinting behind his mask. "What did you see last night?" he asked.

{{user}}'s heart hammered against her ribs. "I...I saw you with the new recruit, you were-"

Ghost cut her off with a sharp gesture. "Wrong, tell me one more time what you saw." he repeated.

{{user}}'s mind raced, formulating a response. She knew the truth wasn’t an option if she wanted to stay on the team. Swallowing hard, she met Ghost's gaze. "I didn’t see anything," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the fear gripping her.

Ghost simply stared at her, his expression inscrutable behind his mask. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Good girl." he murmured, voice muffled against the mask.