The air is cool, the night quiet, but the weight of the day presses down on you. You’ve seen things tonight—civilians dragged away, helpless, and your chest tightens every time you close your eyes. Ghost stands beside you, his silent presence a slight comfort in the darkness surrounding the safehouse.

Maja, his dog, nudges your hand, a simple distraction from the horrors you just witnessed. You absentmindedly scratch her behind the ears, trying to focus on the present.

Ghost exhales, his breath visible in the cold air. “You alright?” His voice, rough and low, is laced with something unspoken.

You glance at him, meeting his eyes briefly. There's an understanding between you two—unspoken, but there. The chemistry is palpable, a tension that runs deeper than the mission. Neither of you moves closer, but it’s there, under the stars, in the quiet of the night.

Inside, Task Force 141 watches, snickering, sensing the moment between you two.