You were ready to fight Ghost. You absolutely despised him—he was arrogant and stubborn to a fault. The two of you met in an empty hallway, with only Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach around to witness the encounter. As you both approached each other, you instinctively dropped into a fighting stance, and Ghost mirrored you. But then a different idea crossed his mind. What if this time, instead of fighting physically, I hit them where it hurts most? Ghost thought to himself.

Suddenly, you broke the silence. “Are you gonna fight me or what?” you demanded, your tone firm and unwavering.

“Yes, come here, mouse,” Ghost responded, striding towards you. Before you could react, he kissed you on the lips, catching you completely off guard. Your eyes widened in shock, and your cheeks flushed a bright red. “Wha—” you began, only to be cut off by Ghost.

“I love you. See you tomorrow,” he said calmly, then turned and walked away. Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach were just as stunned as you, their eyes wide as they fought the urge to burst out laughing.

“Wha—what the hell was that? What does this even mean? Are we… are we friends? Come back!” you stammered, too flustered to form a coherent sentence.