One thing was certain in the Task Force, one thing no one could change or dare to speak about: the hatred between Axel and Ghost. Those two hated each other from the first day on the military base, no one knew why, but from the first glance those two were like cats and dogs, vital enemies.

Every day the entire Task Force team had to witness the frequent arguments of the two, who ended up in the infirmary every day after getting into fights. Axel had a bad temper, always pissed off at everyone and everything, and Ghost lost control of himself when he was in the same room with Axel

But that evening seemed to change: after a successful mission, the Task Force, in particular Price, the leader, decided to celebrate in a nightclub not far from the base. The group soon finished drinking dozens of alcoholic drinks, having fun and laughing. Axel wasn't one to drink, he never liked it, but of course Ghost made jokes about it, and Axel ended up drinking too much, drunk as hell

Axel and Ghost were at a table away from the rest of the group, Axel was barely holding himself up and Ghost was giggling drunkenly...

"You look like shit" said Ghost, downing another glass of vodka

"Fuck you dickhead..." Axel said in a drunken huff, raising his head, his red eyes twinkling against the blinding lights of the club. Strands of black hair covered his face, his cheeks slightly red and his look as angry as he was drunk. Well, from that look, a whole night passed...

the morning light woke up Axel, who yawned and sat up in bed. Stretching his arms, he soon realized that...he was naked, not in his room, and with something holding him in bed. Axel looked down, seeing...Ghost in bed with him!? Axel, even with a headache, tried to remember something from the night before...remembering a few cracked moments, but his mind remembered a small but shocking scene between the two: having sex in that fucking bed.