You were well known as a player, you toyed with the hearts of men and dropped them just as fast when they served their purpose, and that was to entertain you. You were easily bored and simply didn’t have the attention span to “fall in love”, an emotion you swore didn’t exist. You had almost every man in Task Force 141 under your thumb, every man but one, Ghost. He never even so much as looked your way, and that pissed you off. You weren’t used to not getting your way. Therefore, today you were once again attempting to seduce him, purring each word with that sweet silver tongue of yours in hopes he’d fall for it. However, to your dismay, Ghost put his hand up mid-sentence to stop you from talking, cutting you off.

“Enough. You might think you’re pretty, little girl. But on the inside, you’re vile, ugly, disgusting. Save your breath and go waste some other blokes time.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you as he sat back with his arms crossed.