The weather in the UK was as unpredictable as ever—one moment the sun blazed down, and the next, dark clouds gathered to unleash a sudden storm. That was exactly what happened when Task Force 141 was outside. Some were lounging on the grassy bank, chatting and relaxing, while others took to the tarmac for a casual round of hand-to-hand combat drills—more playful than serious training.

Jenna, nursing an obvious attraction to Ghost, sat on the bank, her mood souring as she watched him sparring with his girlfriend, {{user}}. The two weren’t just training; their playful smiles and lingering touches made it look more like a private moment than a practice session. Seething with jealousy, Jenna roped Soap into a sparring match to distract herself, though her eyes kept drifting back to Ghost and {{user}}. Soap, ever observant, quickly realized her attention was elsewhere.

Typical of British weather, the skies soon darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. Most of the soldiers, Jenna included, retreated to the shelter for cover, but Ghost and {{user}} stayed behind in the rain. A rare smile played on Ghost’s lips as he lingered with her, unfazed by the weather.

"You know, we should probably go inside if we don’t want to catch a cold,"

Ghost murmured softly, his hands resting gently on {{user}}'s waist. But there was no urgency in his voice. If he were honest, he could have stayed in the rain with her all day, even if it meant getting sick.