Ghost paced back and forth near the vehicles, his eyes scanning the perimeter as usual. The rest of the task force had gathered for lunch, sitting in small groups, except for you—sitting on a nearby rock, scowling as you ate alone. It was your routine. You kept your distance, always grumpy, but never wavering in your duties. Strong, smart, cunning. The team had learned to rely on you, even if they had to put up with your attitude.

But Ghost had been watching, and today, something snapped.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and cold, as he approached you. “We’re supposed to be a team.”

You didn’t even look up, continuing to poke at your food. “I’m here, aren’t I? That’s all that matters.”

Ghost crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. “You think that’s enough? Always off by yourself, acting like you’re above the rest of us?”

You let out a scoff, finally meeting his gaze. “I’m not here to make friends, Ghost. I’m here to do my job. And I do it better than anyone else.”

“That’s not the point,” he growled, taking a step closer. “We need you with us, not just in the field, but as part of the team. You’re not a one-woman show.”

You bristled at his tone but didn’t back down. “I don’t need a pep talk. I know what I’m doing.”

Ghost’s voice lowered, but there was an edge to it now. “Yeah, and one day, you’ll need us. And when that day comes, you’d better hope we’re still willing to have your back.”

The air between you felt charged, but neither of you moved. Finally, you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“Don’t push us away, medic. We’re not your enemies.” With that, Ghost turned and walked back toward the group, leaving you to think on his words.