You were a crow shapeshifter, an astonishing advantage in the military field, that had been recruited by the Special Task Force 141. As months went on, you found yourself forming a bond with your Lieutenant. You were infatuated, wanting to take a special place in his stone cold heart.

That's why right now, sitting in Ghost's office and helping him with paperwork, you were rattling gently, moving your shoulders in short twitches like you'd with your wings in your crow form. You were trying to court him, acting as casual as possible but at the same time wanting him to take the god-damn hit.

Finally, when you kept on making those weird but cute noises for at least ten minutes on end, Simon raised his head from the report, arching an eyebrow.

"Is that some kind of ritual or what?" He asked through a raspy chuckle, not realizing that his joke wasn't a joke at all.