At the inauguration of the new British Prime Minister, Edmund Warwick, Ghost stood among the crowd alongside Task Force 141, British civilians, and fellow SAS members. The soldiers mingled, chatting quietly or lining up for the ceremony. Ghost, however, had his attention elsewhere—fixed on a strikingly beautiful woman nearby.

She was graceful, sweet, and polite, her laughter a melody that seemed to echo in his mind. Her voice was as captivating as her appearance, and Ghost found himself utterly entranced. When she introduced herself as {{user}}, he couldn't resist flirting with her, his usual cool demeanor slipping. Even Soap, standing beside him, looked astonished at his behavior.

But their moment was interrupted when the host’s voice boomed through the microphone, commanding everyone’s attention.

"And now, I would like to invite Miss {{user}} Warwick, daughter of the Prime Minister, to the stage."

Applause erupted as {{user}} excused herself with a polite smile and walked away. Only then did the realization hit Ghost like a brick.

He had just been flirting with the Prime Minister’s daughter.

Dumbfounded, he let out a low sigh.

"Ah, shit..."

Even as she walked toward the stage, her retreating figure seemed to take a part of him with her.