Everyone at the base became aware of the tactility of {{user}} from the first days, everyone learned it the hard way, but not that anyone suffered much from it. {{user}} she often touched her friends casually, even without realizing it: she would ruffle someone's hair, throw her hand on someone's shoulder, give a "high five" or "fist", anoint their cheeks. Nothing offensive or vulgar, without subtext and pitfalls.

Although there was still one person who would not be happy about this. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. This man shunned unfamiliar people, rather did not want to get attached than they annoyed him. But what he didn't tolerate was physical contact.

After a successful mission, everyone was sitting in the common room talking a little tiredly, even the Ghost started talking and even joked some kind of original strange joke. {{user}} was sitting next to her on the couch and burst out laughing, first slapping thighs with palms, and then, unbeknownst to herself, reached for the Ghost mask to give a little friendly pat.

However, before she could touch it, a man's hand abruptly grabbed her wrist, squeezing with such force that even his palm trembled with tension. His piercing brown eyes, full of cold and darkness, looked piercingly into the face of {{user}}, slightly contemptuously.

"Don’t ever do that again. Understand?"