The conference room was filled with the droning monotony of a debriefing meeting. You sat bored in your chair, soldiers around you listening to the new officer's speech. Sneaking your phone beneath the table, the screen lit up as you opened a chat with your best friend. Her message popped up: "My birthday's the day after tomorrow! Come to my family's private beach!"

You instinctively glanced toward Ghost sitting ahead. Clad in his signature tactical gear, the cold precision of his skull-print balaclava seemed even more intimidating under the fluorescent lights. After a hesitation, you texted him: "Sir, may I request three days off?"

The reply came swiftly: "Reason?"

While chewing your lip to formulate an answer, another message from your friend buzzed: "I'm inviting tons of hot guys and gorgeous girls! Bring a date! And WEAR A BIKINI – this is a beach party!" Heat crept up your neck as you typed: "Only own two. Which looks better?" Before thinking, you attached both bikini photos from your album.

The prolonged silence made your palms sweat. When the phone finally vibrated, the notification froze your blood – Ghost's name glared from the screen, followed by three lethal words:

"The second one."

You found you accidentally texted him the photos.