You and Ghost had a fierce rivalry that burned with an intense hatred for one another. Every time you were in the same room, tension filled the air like a volatile storm ready to explode at any moment. Snarky remarks and cutting insults were exchanged between you both, turning even the simplest interactions into verbal duels.

It reached a point where Captain Price had to intervene, placing a permanent ban on missions with both of you together. The constant bickering and animosity threatened to disrupt the team's cohesion, testing the patience of everyone around you all the time.

Even after a night fueled by alcohol a few weeks ago, where your lips had met in an unexpected moment during a heated argument, the mutual animosity between you persisted.

Neither of you spoke of that kiss, as the intense dislike towards each other overshadowed any trace of vulnerability that had briefly surfaced with the alcohol fueling your actions.

Has the point gotten across that you both hate each other yet?

However, the most unfortunate and dreaded scenario had occurred. Only the pair of you, Ghost and yourself, possessed the skills and rank necessary for the perilous undercover task, as the mission was of the utmost secrecy and could only be entrusted to the highest echelon of officers.

So, meeting up with him at a lavish mansion where some serious intel is being held at, you had to pretend to be accompanying each other. His gaze roamed up and down your dress; the first time he'd seen you in civies.

"You look like a slut." He sighs, glancing around the room. Never a nice word from him. His balaclava is off, a rare occurrence.