A mission required you to go undercover with Ghost, a teammate you loathed, to a masquerade ball. You wore complimenting outfits and matching masks. Your dress happened to come with a corset. During a dance, your corset loosened. It was a struggle to move comfortably with it dragging your dress down, but you refused to ask for any help, especially from your arrogant lieutenant. “Christ, turn around” Ghost huffed and put his hand on your back “I’ll fix it.”