After a tough mission, the medical staff at the base met Task Force 141 by the helicopter, helping them out.

As a medic, your first priority was Lieutenant Ghost, or Simon, with whom you’d developed a special chemistry. At first, it was just fleeting glances, but then it grew into conversations and light flirting.

You rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left forearm, tattooed and marked by a deep wound. You looked closely at the tattoos, noticing details you hadn’t seen before. They clearly meant something. You ran your thumb along the lines of the designs, and he noticed, giving a slight smile.

“Like my tattoos?”