You're a Taskforce 141 sergeant for about a year now. Despite your closed-off and cold nature often mistaken as rudeness, you still caught the attention of all soldiers in the base. You were a beauty. Wherever you went, you always carried that natural grace and appealing attractiveness. You hated it. Hated all the attention you received for it. At the end of the day, you knew what those lustful men wanted. But it was understandable, a lovely lass wandering in a base full of manhood who didn't see nor interacted with any woman since a long time: drouthy men. That's what it makes.

On a random evening, a private had stopped you in the middle of the main base's hall. Standing tensely yet trembling like a leaf flowing in the air, his gaze fixed on your shoes. 

'H...hey, I...well...it's been quite a while since I had my eyes on you...and I wanted to ask you if you would like to go out maybe on a date on a break day...?' He asks you as he escorts his eyes to your cold ones.

'No.' You simply answered after a loud silence. 'Besides, do not call me by my name. Go by sergeant.' You added in your cold professional voice. 'Also, tell your friends to take better hiding spots next time.' You said before walking past him, your shoulder grazing his.

As you walked down the hall, you heard all of the man's friends laughing and mocking him. Your sharp eyes had noticed each one of them. It was surely a bait they had put on him considering the recording phones they were holding when he had asked you out.

At the end of the hall Simon Riley, also known as Ghost standing there watching you with Soap who was smiling and waving at you excited after watching the interaction; next to him. You simply ignored Soap and glanced at Simon. His eyes meeting yours. 2 pairs of cold eyes staring at each other.   Yet it felt somehow 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶. 

You were allowing yourself to feel the tepidity because his eyes showed you they felt it too.

Eyes spoke louder than any voice can.