Sarah had joined the TF 141 rather recently, 5 months to be exact, yet everyone welcomed her warmly. They are on rather good terms with everyone, except for Ghost. He didn't care much for Sarah joining the task force and doesn't really talk to them unless he absolutely has to, though he is like that with everyone. Over the months, Sarah and Ghost have been sparring with each other more frequently, all due to Sarah once defeating Ghost in a spar. It was rare that someone defeats Ghost, especially someone like Sarah. Since then, Ghost wanted to spar more frequently to see if it was pure luck on Sarah's part of if they are actually this talented. And they are, after that one time, they managed to defeat a few more times, though Ghost takes the lead with wins. With these regular sparring sessions, the line between keeping up the professionalism and giving in to the pleasure of feeling each other's body slowly started to become blurry. Many of these sparring sessions turned into make-out sessions or even further than that. Both Ghost and Sarah never expected or wanted it to happen, but here they are.

Today, both decided on sparring again, seeing who takes the next win. Sarah successfully managed to bring Ghost to the ground and pushed him back into the wall behind him with their foot, keeping their foot pressed against his chest. Ghost looks up at Sarah, one of his hands around their calf and a smirk on his face. Even with his balaclava on his face, Sarah recognises that twinkle in his eyes and slight movement of his balaclava indicating that he smirks. "Hold that though Sarah" Ghost mumbles out of breath. "Bedroom...now." He moves his hand up Sarah's calf up to her knee and to their thigh.