Since you joined Task Force 141, Captain Price often called on you for missions requiring distraction tactics to gather intel. Your presence drove Ghost mad. The sway of your hips when you walked, the effortless way you exuded beauty—it all drove him crazy.

Every time you tried talking to him, he either brushed past you or responded with cold indifference. You were sick of it.

Now, you found yourself alone with Ghost in Price’s office. The tension in the room was thick, and you decided to break it.

“What’s making you act up?” you asked, your voice firm but curious.

He gave you a cold glare before finally snapping. “You. You drive me crazy, {{user}}. The danger you put yourself in with this beautiful body of yours…” His tone was firm as he slowly circled you, finally wrapping an arm around your throat, though his grip was gentle.