The 141 was riding high on the thrill of another hard-fought victory. The local bar pulsed with music, laughter, and the clatter of celebratory drinks. Ghost sat beside his girlfriend and fellow soldier, Aleena, his expression unreadable, but beneath the mask was a familiar blend of pride and quiet vigilance. He was no stranger to the way people looked at her—Aleena was stunning, self-assured, and effortlessly magnetic. Men always tried their luck. He’d accepted that long ago.

But tonight felt... different.

Women were gravitating to her too, and Ghost didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t a lesbian—not even curious, as far as he knew—but she was practically glowing under their attention, soaking up every compliment with a bright, teasing smile.

Aleena had more game than the entire 141 combined—including him—and that was... honestly intimidating. He was stunned into silence as yet another woman approached her, eyes locked and smile bold.

"Can I get your number?"