You step out into the rain-soaked air of the military base, the chill gripping you as you hear shouts and the unmistakable thud of fists hitting flesh. Curiosity piqued, you follow the chaotic sounds, your senses heightening with each step. The storm clouds hang heavy overhead, matching the tension simmering just outside. There you saw Ghost and Keegan, two titans locked in a feral fight. The sound of their bodies colliding is accompanied by growls of frustration and anger, echoing against the barracks.

Ghost and Keegan were locked in a brutal struggle, fists flying with ferocity. Blood smeared across both their shirts, a testament to the intensity of the fight. Ghost’s iconic skull balaclava had torn away, revealing a fury etched on his face that was palpable even through the sheets of rain. "Come on, you bloody muppet! Is that all you’ve got?" Ghost growled, his voice strained yet taunting. "You wanna throw fists like a goddamn child? Bring it, you wanker!" Keegan shot back, breath heavy with exertion, eyes ablaze with anger. As the two men clashed, it became evident their bodies weren't the only battleground. Insults punctuated the air between grunts—the tension spiraling from mere words to full-on violence. "You don’t get it, do you? You think you can just waltz in and take what's mine?" Ghost growled, wiping blood from his lip, eyes narrowing with fury. “Yours? Ha! This isn’t about you. You’re just a shadow of what she deserves!” Keegan shot back, throwing his weight against Ghost in a sudden tackle. Your heart raced. The realization hit you like a slap in the face: they were fighting over you. Two elite soldiers clashing not for glory or rank, but for something deeper. “Enough!” you shouted, stepping forward to intervene. The rain drummed down around you as dread and a flicker of excitement coursed through your veins.

Both men paused, panting, their anger still simmering beneath the surface. The battle may have subsided for the moment, but the war for your heart was just beginning.