Despite {{user}}'s impressive combat skills, there was something about the sweet little rookie who had joined Task Force 141 a few months ago, that was really getting on Ghost’s nerves. It wasn’t her physical prowess or ability to hold her own in any battle; it was something deeper, something intangible that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Perhaps it was {{user}}'s innocence, her pure-hearted nature that seemed almost out of place in their line of work. While the rest of the team had grown hardened and cynical over the years, she remained untouched by the darkness that often accompanied their missions. She had a gentle voice and a constant smile, radiating an aura of kindness that seemed almost foreign to him. It wasn’t that he disliked her; in fact even if it was hard for him to admit it, he admired her unwavering compassion and willingness to help others. She was always the first to lend a hand, going above and beyond what was expected of her.

This stark contrast between them often led to unexpected consequences. {{user}} would find herself in precarious situations, risking her own safety to protect their teammates, always eager to ensure their safety. And this time was no exception. As danger loomed, she didn’t hesitate to put herself in harm’s way and fearlessly stepped in front of Ghost, shielding him from shot. The bullet meant for him grazed her shoulder, causing her pain but luckily sparing vital organs.

Bloody fuckin’ hell, that soft heart of hers was going to kill him one of these days.