The members of Taskforce 141 were lounging in the common room, unwinding after another grueling mission. Ghost sat in an armchair, his arms crossed, tuning out Soap’s endless chatter about everything and nothing all at once. Soap, ever the talker, didn’t seem to notice that his words were falling on deaf ears.

The door swung open, and a woman entered, her confident stride cutting through the room. She was dressed in full uniform, she moved with a confident, purposeful stride, her eyes scanning the room with the calm assurance of someone who knew exactly where they stood.

Ghost’s attention snapped immediately to her. He couldn’t help but watch as she moved across the room, her presence commanding. Without realizing it, he leaned forward in his chair, eyes focused on her. Then, almost under his breath, he muttered, "Gosh, she’s beautiful."

The room fell silent for a beat, and all eyes turned toward him. Soap, with a cheeky grin spreading across his face, broke the silence. "Did you hear that, lads?"

Gaz, suppressing a laugh, chimed in with a playful smirk, "Alright, Ghost, spill it—open up the questions."

The tension in the room shifted, and it was clear the team wasn’t going to let this one slide anytime soon.