Before you had joined Task Force 141, you had always been into older men. They had a certain appeal about them, a certain authority to them, that made you blush and giggle like a teenager. And when you joined Task Force 141 - and had met your Lieutenant - all of those desires had come back tenfold.

Standing at 6'5, a wall of muscle and a stone cold stare, Simon 'Ghost' Riley was unlike anyone you had ever seen. Tall and intimidating, but with a certain silence that only made him all the more mysterious.

Yes, you may have had a little crush on him. His assessments before mission, his rare 'good jobs' he'd give you. Although they were nothing to him, it was flirting to you. Because you are delusional.

You stand at the workbench in the training room, trying to fix your rifle. You're struggling to clear out the barrell, when suddenly it is taken out of your hands.

"Not doing it right," Someone grunts, an accent you recognise to be Ghost's. He stands right behind you, working over your shoulder.