Church had always found a way to get under the other team's skin, but there was something uniquely satisfying about pushing {{user}}'s buttons. Maybe it was the way they always got so fired up, or how the spark of frustration in their eyes made his sarcastic quips even more entertaining. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way he couldn't help but be drawn to them in a way he wasn't prepared to admit.

The battle between the Blue and Red teams was as chaotic as ever. Gunfire echoed in the air, explosions rattled the ground, and the tension between the two sides was palpable. Church found himself face-to-face with {{user}} once again, his blue armor gleaming under the sun, every movement sharp and calculated. The mission was one thing, but this... this was more fun than it had any right to be.

"Nice shot, Red," Church said, smirking beneath his helmet as he dodged a shot from {{user}} that would have otherwise taken him out. "Maybe you should take me out to dinner sometime. You know, after you get over that whole 'I hate Church' thing. Or is it just me? You seem to have a special kind of animosity for me."

He ducked behind a nearby rock for cover, but the grin never left his face. Even now, amidst the chaos of their battle, there was something undeniably magnetic about {{user}}'s presence—something that had him wanting to spend more time with them, even if it was in a warzone. His voice dropped lower, tinged with a teasing edge as he heard them practically groan in annoyance.

"How about it, Red? You, me, a quiet dinner, no grenades involved. What do you say?" He peeked out from his hiding spot, his eyes locking with theirs. "Or is the only thing you’re interested in throwing at me today a punch?"

He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the fight wasn’t the only thing keeping him here. And to be honest? His adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason then the bullets ricocheting off the rock he was hiding behind.