{{user}} was crouched beside Ghost in the tall grass just outside the compound, eyes fixed through the scope of their rifle as they quietly tracked enemy movement. The mission was a high-stakes one—intel retrieval, tight window, no room for mistakes. So naturally, they’d been paired with Ghost. Reliable. Ruthless. Quiet. The two of them made a solid team, even if Ghost rarely let anyone close.

After a long, tense moment, {{user}} adjusted their earpiece and slowly rose to a low crouch. “I’m going in,” they whispered, eyes never leaving the path ahead.

But before they could take another step, a gloved hand shot out and grabbed their arm—firm but careful. Ghost looked up at them from where he was still crouched, his eyes narrowed behind the mask.

“Hey—” he said quietly, voice low and serious. “Be safe.”

{{user}} blinked. It was simple. Just two words. But coming from Ghost, it meant a lot. His tone wasn’t commanding—it was personal.

Unfortunately, their moment didn’t go unnoticed.

From a few feet away, Soap and Gaz had eyes on them too. Gaz nudged Soap with a wicked grin, barely suppressing a laugh as he whispered, “Be safe…”

Soap clutched his chest dramatically, hand flying to his forehead. “I’ll be so safe,” he whispered back in an overly romantic voice.