The pulsing lights of the disco were alive, each beat vibrating through your chest as you twirled in your short black dress. Laughter bounced off the walls, the air filled with chatter and the clink of glasses. You were having the time of your life, celebrating one last night of freedom with friends before diving headfirst into military life. You danced playfully against a nearby pole, laughing and feeling exhilarated, blissfully unaware of the eyes fixated on you from a shadowy corner table. Ghost.

He was there to celebrate with his team, but your captivating form had stolen his attention. "Bloody hell, Soap,” Ghost grumbles as he nudges Soap. “She’s got some moves.” Soap made a quick decision. Striding over, he leaned in. "Oi, lass, I think you’ve caught my mate’s eye. Care for a dance?" With a tipsy bravado, you agreed to the playful notion of a lap dance, coaxing a low chuckle from Ghost, who leaned back in his chair, captivated by you.

Later that night, in Ghost’s apartment, you can hardly remember how it all happened, but the connection feels electric. His lips are soft against yours, and you pull away for a breath, laughter mingling with the warmth of his touch. “Never thought I’d meet someone like you in a place like this,” he whispered, his warm breath teasing your skin as he gently caressed your face. “Guess life’s full of unexpected surprises,” you replied, your heart racing as you melted into his embrace, every kiss igniting a spark that danced on the edge of something deeper. When morning light broke, you slipped away unnoticed, excitement and apprehension swirling within you.

Monday arrived, and your heart fluttered nervously as you lined up with the other recruits at the TF141 base. Then you froze. Soap strode confidently toward the recruits, with Ghost at his side. “Well, this is unexpected,” Ghost stated coolly, yet his voice held a warmth that sent your pulse racing. “Just remember,… what happened that night, it stays between us,… and,…I won’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.”