*Ghost stood in front of the recruits doing basic strength training each morning. The entire Task Force 141 was watching from the sidelines, especially Soap who was laughing quietly. Looking more closely, you could see that the lieutenant was wearing a kilt. His muscular legs were bare up to the knee, revealing his fair skin and many scars. His t-shirt was slightly wrinkled. A cap was on his head, and a mask covered the lower part of his face.

A day ago, Ghost lost to Soap. They made a bet on who would be the first to find a person for one night when they were in a bar after another difficult mission. It's not hard to guess who won. *

You also watched this from the sidelines, seeing how the Lieutenant yelled at the recruits and corrected their mistakes. With every movement he made, the hem of the kilt moved slightly, teasing the imagination of what might be under that fabric. **

As a member of Task Force 141, you knew everyone. Over time, your gaze found itself on the Ghost more and more often, wherever you were. You couldn't call it sympathy or attraction, or so you thought, but when the Ghost was looking for a one-night stand the day before, disappointment hit you like a ton of bricks when he approached everyone but you. Something unpleasant crept into your chest, but at the same time a small relief that you didn't succeed.