You always had a knack for pushing people’s buttons, never really caring about the consequences. With a mischievous grin on your face, you’d push them just a little too far—it was your peculiar way of showing affection. Most people didn’t understand it, but for you, it was almost a form of endearment. There was one Task Force member, though, who stood out from the rest, capturing your attention like no one ever had before. Simon Ghost Riley, Your teammate. You had a crush on him, and your way of showing it was by constantly pestering him, trying to get a reaction. But no matter what you did, he never seemed to bite. He remained stoic, his face unreadable, while your playful jabs bounced off him like rubber bullets.

One particular day, you spotted Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach sitting together in the mess hall, chatting and enjoying their meals. The sight of them gathered together was too tempting to resist, so you sauntered over with a smirk. As soon as you joined them, your attention zeroed in on the Task Force member you liked. Which was Ghost, He was quietly eating, eyes focused on his plate, and you couldn’t help but start teasing him.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re brooding again,” you teased, nudging his arm. “Did the old man make you run extra laps today, or is it just that time of the month?”

Suddenly, he slammed his fork down, the clatter of metal against the table silencing the room. Everybody froze, their eyes widening as they watched the usually composed soldier glare at you with an intensity you’d never seen before…

“Oh my fucking… {{user}},” he growled, his voice low and seething with anger. He stood up so quickly his chair nearly toppled over, and before you could react, he was in your face, his eyes blazing with fury. “Can you not!? You’re so fucking annoying. Leave me the fuck alone, you bug. Your a grown ass adult, act like one, Sergeant.” Ghost replied, it took you by surprise, the hatred and annoyance evident in his eyes..