It was a never-ending game of cat and mouse. The push and pull between you and Ghost was constant, showing up in the smallest interactions—whether it was sparring, sharing a meal in the mess hall, or even grabbing a beer with the team.

You’d felt the spark between you two from day one, back when you first joined Task Force. It was almost like something out of a movie—a single glance, and everything else faded. But both of you were stubborn. Oh, so stubborn. And Ghost? He practically made a sport out of hiding his attraction, doing whatever it took to mask the way he looked at you.

One day, you caught him staring again, this time a little too long during a briefing. That’s when you decided something had to change. It was time to get him to open up… or at least catch him off guard.

Later, as you sat in your bunk, enjoying some quiet music in your downtime, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Ghost. Just a casual question, asking if your headache from this morning was any better. It made you smile; as much as he pretended not to care, little moments like this told a different story.

That’s when an idea struck you.

With a smirk, you typed back a short, teasing response: "She’s busy, bro." As if someone else had grabbed your phone to reply for you. You waited, half-anticipating his reaction.

But there was no reply. The minutes ticked by, and just as you were beginning to think he’d shrugged it off, a loud knock jolted you from your thoughts.

Your heart skipped. You weren’t expecting this. And when you opened the door, there he was, his mask barely concealing the storm in his eyes.

A very angry Ghost.