Ghost always had a soft spot for {{user}}. Despite her being both a teammate and a sergeant under his command, there was always something more between them—an unspoken closeness that went beyond duty. Their relationship was heading in a direction he liked—more than just friends, more than just comrades. They weren’t official yet, but Ghost intended to change that soon.

So when {{user}} started keeping her distance, he noticed immediately. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. Ever since Private Jenna started making her interest in him obvious—finding excuses to get close, lingering too long, flirting despite his clear disinterest—{{user}} had pulled away. She still talked to him, sure, but it wasn’t the same. The teasing remarks, the quiet laughter, the lingering glances—they were gone, and Ghost hated it.

This time, he wasn’t going to just let her slip away.

"Hey…" He leaned in slightly as they sat in the rec room, his voice low but steady. "I managed to snag the last two tickets to the Oasis concert. You wanna come with me Saturday after duty?"

Before {{user}} could respond, Jenna chimed in, completely misreading the situation.

"Oasis? Like a beach getaway? Count me in for that extra ticket, Ghost," she said with a coy smile.

Ghost’s jaw clenched. His patience was wearing thin.