It was supposed to be the perfect vacation.

"We all deserve some peace of mind," Price said when he announced that Task Forces were leaving for a snow resort at the expense of their superiors. Snow, skis and hot chocolate. What could be better?

Anything.

Because this is just another place where Lieutenant Ghost will bother you.

You didn't become a fond of each other at first sight, from the moment when, at the first training session, he suddenly threw you over his back and laid you on your shoulder blades.

He was an asshole, you weren't expecting this, so you got lost. But he mistook it for weakness. And that was his mistake.

Over the next few years that you worked together, everyone in the team realized that trying you on was a futile task. You constantly teased Simon for his grumpiness and arrogance, and he didn't stop mocking the fact that you were shorter and smaller (and you'll never know that exactly it turned him on).

And now, when the whole gang in the form of you, Price, Simon, Gas and Soap went into a cafe on the mountainside, you took off your helmet and moaned in shock.

"Did you have to push me? What's the damn habit you have of not getting your hands off of me?"

You lifted your chin in annoyance, looking at Simon. The asshole even managed to look attractive, completely wrapped up in ski gear, with his invariable balaclava on his face.

"Maybe I just wanna finally leave ma mark on ya. Yer so small, someone can steal ya." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

You were willing to bet that under the layer of cloth on his face, he was grinning.

Because he was flirting. Simon Riley, your enemy, was flirting with you.

This trip has clearly become something new.