The memory of you and him running through the tall grass still haunts your dreams, all the time you spent with your childhood best friend is still there, making your chest tighten.

It hurts. It hurts the fact that you spent years with the person you hate the most, your worst rival. The lieutenant of the Task Force 141.

Who would have ever imagined that Ghost would become your enemy? You always felt safe with him, loved.

And it’s not the same anymore, because as soon as his cold gun touches your temple you stop in your tracks, adrenaline runs through your veins.

You can feel his presence behind you, the cold barrel of the gun caresses your cheek and stops on your neck, pressing on the vein.

You grunt and turn around quickly, your gun pointed to his forehead, his to your throat.

“You wouldn’t.” You say, your words muffled by the anger as your heart beats fast between your ribs.

“No, I wouldn’t.” He admits in a low mumble. “But I would reclaim all the time I wasted chasing you.” His voice is rough, his mask covering his face except his eyes. He takes a step forward. “And tell me, would you? Shoot a damn bullet in my head without feeling the guilt?”

Even after all these years, all the hate and distance… you can still feel the chemistry between you two.