As they lounged in the rec room, Ghost playfully challenged his girlfriend and fellow soldier, {{user}}, to an arm-wrestling match. A few members of Task Force 141 looked on, barely paying attention, expecting an obvious outcome.

"Three… two… one… go."

Ghost counted down, confident in an easy victory—after all, he had at least triple her strength. But as soon as their hands locked and the match began, his certainty wavered.

Her arm didn’t budge.

Instead of slamming down like he expected, she met his strength head-on, muscles taut, unwavering. His grip tightened instinctively, but no matter how much pressure he applied, her arm refused to yield.

What the hell? Why wasn’t she going down?