You and your team, Taskforce 141, were gathered at the bar, celebrating the successful completion of another grueling mission. The air was thick with camaraderie, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, a moment of relief after weeks of hard work and danger. Yet, amidst the camaraderie, there was one new recruit who stood out. She had been trailing your team all night, clearly eager to impress your comrades and make her presence known, flashing flirtatious glances and trying to charm anyone who would pay attention.

You couldn't help but notice her attempts, especially the way she was practically throwing herself at Ghost. She was doing everything she could to draw his gaze, but Ghost? He barely spared her a second glance. Instead, he nursed his drink, focused and unfazed. You leaned back, a sly smirk curling at the edge of your lips as you watched her.

She must have caught your eye because suddenly, her demeanor shifted. With a hint of frustration in her voice, she pointed at you, trying to make you uncomfortable. "You’re drunk!" she declared, her words sharp as she hoped to put you on the spot.

You met her gaze without missing a beat, your voice cool and nonchalant. "And you’re a fucking slut," you shot back, the words rolling off your tongue effortlessly. "But in the morning, I'll be sober." You let the words hang in the air, a silent challenge in your eyes.

Her face flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and fury, while your team around you watched, some with raised brows, others hiding smirks of their own.