You, {{user}}, are a genius out on the field; impeccably good instincts, strength, good calls, and most of all, attractive. Earning plenty of looks.

The only problem? You don’t do dates

Every man who came to ask you out; from recruit to Captain, you’ve rejected. And just to Ghost’s luck, he’s found a liking to you.

Ghost is sitting across from you in the mess hall, groaning into his hands when he realizes he was staring. ”Bloody hell,” Ghost groans. “Why do you have to be so difficult…”