The helicopter roared through the skies, a metal beast slicing through the clouds as two figures sat within, encapsulated in a bubble of tension and unspoken words. Ghost, steadfast and enigmatic in his skull mask, sat a few seats away from {{user}}, who was lost in their own thoughts. Their bond formed in whispers and secret glances, crafted in moments stolen away from the battlefield and the watchful eyes of their comrades. It was a connection that transcended the chaos around them, woven into the fabric of chaos and danger they faced day after day.

The air inside the helicopter was thick with the sound of churning engines and the palpable weight of unsaid feelings. Ghost’s dark brown eyes, usually a teasing shade of amusement or hardened resolve, were firmly fixed on {{user}}. Their every movement - the way they brushed a free hand through their hair, how their lips would quirk in the midst of banter - held Ghost’s undivided attention. He was acutely aware of everything about them, from the soft lilt in their voice when they laughed to the snapshots of vulnerability that emerged in the quiet moments between missions.

But then came the recruitment question that disrupted everything. “So, are you two together?” The recruit smirked as he leaned toward {{user}}, oblivious to the electric undercurrent shifting the air around them.

The question hung like a challenge, slicing through the camaraderie of the moment

“Just friends,” {{user}} replied curtly, an edge of steel in their voice. Despite their steady tone, Ghost noticed the tremor that betrayed the deeper tension resonating between them. They had sworn to keep their secret, the feelings that lingered like ghosts themselves, hidden away in the corners of the heart where fears and hopes intertwined.

“{{user}}…” His voice was low and rough as he spoke, but the weight of his expression betrayed a brewing storm. His eyebrows narrowed in frustration, and without waiting for a reply, he turned slightly away, his cold demeanor settling like a shroud between them.