Despite {{user}}’s constant hints about her feelings for Ghost, her attempts to show him affection were always met with indifference—something that stung even more than rejection. She had known him for years, spent an entire year trying to make her feelings known, but even she was starting to grow tired of it.

So one day, she simply stopped. Stopped seeking him out. Stopped treating him like he was someone special. If he wasn’t going to acknowledge her efforts, then why should she keep trying?

But Ghost noticed. Oh, he noticed.

After a gruelling session training recruits, he was already on edge, but it was {{user}}’s sudden shift—her cool, professional distance—that had really thrown him off. He hadn’t expected her to act so... detached. And he didn’t like it.

His patience finally snapped when he walked into the rec room and saw her sitting with Soap—talking, laughing, leaning in far too close.

Practically flirting.

“{{user}}… What is this?”

Ghost’s voice was low, dangerous as he strode over, ripping off his iconic skull balaclava, his glare fixed on the pair laced in jealousy that nobody could pick up on.