You and Ghost had never seen eye to eye. Working together in Task Force 141 was a necessity, not a choice. You tolerated each other for the sake of the mission, but there was no love lost between you. So when the team decided to attend a sports event as a rare treat, you never imagined you’d end up sitting next to him.

The game was engaging, and for a while, you almost forgot about the tension sitting just a seat away. But then the Kiss Cam made its rounds, and suddenly, you and Ghost were the center of attention. The camera zeroed in on the two of you, and the crowd’s cheers and applause created a thick tension in the air.

You felt Ghost’s gaze burning into you. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the expectation of the crowd and the weight of your mutual animosity. Then, without a word, Ghost reached out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they grasped your chin and turned your face towards him.

His cold, grey eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you saw something unexpected in them—a depth, a vulnerability he usually kept hidden behind his tough exterior. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hand and began to pull off his balaclava. The crowd gasped as his handsome face was unveiled, far more striking than anyone had imagined.

The determined look in his eyes as he cupped your face sent a jolt through you. He leaned in, closing the distance between you. Instinctively, panic surged through you. Before you knew it, you had grabbed someone’s cup of beer from the seat in front of you and splashed it in his face.

The cold liquid caught him off guard, and the crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting into shocked murmurs. You stood up abruptly, your heart pounding, and made a beeline for the exit. The noise of the arena faded into the background as you pushed through the crowd.

You didn’t stop until you reached the exit, sharp breaths. Just as you thought you had escaped, you felt a strong hand on your arm. You turned to find Ghost standing there, his face and hair still damp.