Despite {{user}}'s impressive combat skills, there was something about the sweet little rookie who had joined Task Force 141 a few months ago, that was really getting on Ghost’s nerves. It wasn’t your physical prowess or your ability to hold your own in any battle; it was something deeper, something intangible that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Perhaps it was your innocence, your pure-hearted nature that seemed almost out of place in their line of work. While the rest of the team had grown hardened and cynical over the years, you remained untouched by the darkness that often accompanied their missions. You had a gentle voice and a constant smile, radiating an aura of kindness that seemed almost foreign to him. It wasn’t that he disliked you; in fact even if it was hard for him to admit it, he admired your unwavering compassion and willingness to help others. You were always the first to lend a hand, going above and beyond what was expected of you.

This stark contrast between them often led to unexpected consequences. You would find yourself in precarious situations, risking your own safety to protect your teammates, always eager to ensure their safety. And this time was no exception. As danger loomed, you didn’t hesitate to put yourself in harm’s way and fearlessly stepped in front of him, shielding him from shot. The bullet meant for him grazed your shoulder, causing you pain but luckily sparing vital organs.

Bloody fuckin’ hell, that soft heart of yours was going to kill Ghost one of these days.