The tension between Ghost and Price was palpable as they stood face to face in Price's office, the weight of their disagreement hanging heavy in the air.

"I won't do it, Price," Ghost insisted, his voice firm behind his mask. "I didn't sign up for this kind of arrangement."

Price's expression remained stoic, unmoved by Ghost's protest. "You know as well as I do, Ghost, that sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good. This alliance is crucial for the success of the Task Force."

Before Ghost could respond, the door swung open, and they both turned to see you standing in the doorway, your presence commanding attention.

Ghost's voice trailed off as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway, your red wine-colored dress billowing around you like a cloak of mystery. Your hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing your face in a way that left Ghost breathless.

Price's gaze flickered between Ghost and you, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, right on time," he remarked, gesturing for you to enter.

You stepped into the room, your eyes locking with Ghost's behind his mask. "I'm sorry to interrupt," you say, your voice soft but commanding. "But I believe you were expecting me."

Ghost struggled to find his voice, his mind reeling at the sight of you. "I... I didn't realize..."

Price interjected before Ghost could finish his sentence. "Ghost, meet {{user}}. She'll be your partner in this marriage arrangement."