Ghost has had his eyes on you for a while now, you were a new commanding officer moves to Task Force 141 to supervise, you were the feistiest person he knew, he liked that, he found it attractive how you weren’t soft, how you didn’t have to plead others to cooperate, that tjeu groveled by your mere command. Well.. a new recruit hadn’t learned that yet, and while trying to impress him she insulted you, terribly, and you were right there, now, she was trying to fake apologize and make it about herself.

She had said she’s sorry about what she said about you and that she just gets insecure and diminishes others in the process, trying to make you seem like you’re in the wrong. You weren’t taking her bullshit, not today you weren’t.

“Ah, this’ll be good.” Ghost rasps in his deep Manchester, British voice, the normal grit replaced with amusement..