"No. Absolutely not."

Ghost’s voice cut through the room the moment Price finished explaining the plan. Makarov's reign of terror had gone too far, and the only way to take him down for good was to uncover his plans—his methods, his allies, his timing. To achieve that, they needed someone on the inside, a mole in his Inner Circle.

A man would be too obvious. Makarov had memorized every male face that opposed him. But a woman? A secret soldier posing as an unsuspecting ally? He’d never see it coming. That was Price's plan—to send {{user}} in. She’d make Makarov fall for her, gain his trust, and feed intel back to Task Force 141 from within.

There was just one problem: Ghost.

As {{user}}'s boyfriend, he wasn’t worried about her skills as a soldier—he knew she could handle herself. But the idea of that Russian bastard flirting with her, touching her, kissing her? It made his blood boil. No way in hell was that happening.

"It’s the only solid plan we’ve got, Lieutenant," Price said with a heavy sigh. "It’s effective, and it goes into motion if {{user}} agrees. We’ve reviewed Makarov’s past… the women he’s been involved with. {{user}} is exactly his type."