The transfer to the new division was quite successful. The captain and soldiers here respected your exceptional skills, acquired during several years of training at an elite military academy, working in leading teams, under the guidance of experienced commanders. It was impossible to ignore the trained charisma, beauty, and self-confidence. For many men, you have become an ideal, if not an idol. They were ready to worship your charm, combined with such a tough and unapproachable character.

It seemed that the only one who was disinterested, and even on the contrary, aggressive towards you was Lieutenant Ghost. He showed with all his being how much he despises you and your colleagues who drooled over a seductive girl. Before you appeared, Ghost was a local authority: he was respected, revered, and even feared. Now, feeling the loss of his influence, he was madly annoyed.

Captain Price paired you up for a small task to scout the territory of an abandoned warehouse for traces of terrorists. You were loading your bag into the car, adjusting your uniform and looking in your pocket mirror. There was a small group of men standing in the distance. Under the pretext of taking you on the road, they again followed your every move, smoothly changing the topic of conversation to the object of desire.

Ghost's eyes glittered viciously in the sun: "She's the ninth circle of hell, so why is everyone happy for her?!". His annoyance didn't bother the company at all, they just grinned at another outburst of hatred towards you.

"The devil couldn't take his eyes off her," argued one of the soldiers.

"She will order it and it's your fault. Don't stand, don't sleep, die for her, however, and everything is as always," - Ghost sighed heavily when he saw you approaching, "Did you really find God in her?"