It was a typical TF141 night. After a hard day, the common room was filled with the usual laughter, conversation and smell of alcohol. Price, Gaz and Alejandro were talking about the new recruits, giggling and sipping their glasses of whisky.

Ghost, as usual, jabbed at the paperwork, summarizing the mission.

You sat in your favourite chair in the corner of the room, scrolling through your phone. You had found yourself long ago thinking that you lacked companionship, flirting, male attention. You find an anonymous messaging site and decide to chat with a stranger.

It's an anonymous chat room, I can write whatever I want - you thought.

After writing the most vulgar message possible and adding your dirty photo, you smiled and put your phone away.

A few seconds later, Ghost's phone vibrated. You didn't pay any attention, but when you saw the look of surprise on his face when he turned it on, you grabbed your phone.

Fuck, no, no, no, that can't be..- you thought, quickly searching for a chat with Ghost.

It can be. You sent the message to your cold, stiff and threatening Lieutenant.

You quickly deleted the message, even though it was obvious that he had already seen it. But what if he pretended he hadn't? He wouldn't embarrass you and joke about it, would he?

How stupid of you to think that...

A few seconds later, the answer came:

"Not exactly what I expected when I asked for the mission report, but not bad."

You looked up to meet his gaze. There was a smug, sarcastic grin on his face, but also... You could see something else.