The first time you laid eyes on him, you knew instantly that it was going to be war with him. Your biggest childhood enemy was now your lieutenant, in the Task Force 141. Every time there was this strange tension between the two of you, everyone would look at you with scared expression, fearing a possible physical fight in any moment. Get the hell out. Move. Get away from me. Shut up. It was almost like an everyday routine, the only words you two gave to each others. Yet, this back and forth led to a secret attraction, it was a love and hate situation that felt so strange. You and Ghost were left alone in the empty common room, locked in by some kind of sick joke Soap played on you.

He was sitting on the couch, manspread, arms folded and eyes glued on your pacing figure, he seemed quite irritated after another fight with you. “Gosh! I hate you, I can’t stand you! Stop looking at me, I hate it.” You hissed, glaring at him. Instead of fighting back he smirked, “Come closer.” His words made you hesitate, you clearly weren’t in the mood to play one of his stupid games, yet you followed his words. Suddenly, an arm hooked around your waist and he pulled you on his lap forcefully, trapping your wrists in a firm grip behind your back, “Now tell me, is there anything else you hate?” His rough voice came out sensual, his free hand caressing the curve of your waist while his eyes studied every inch of your face, knowing very well how it pissed you.