The day was beautiful, a gentle breeze passed through her hair strands. And by her side was her best friend, Simon Riley, who, despite a slight smile on his face, wasn't someone very sociable, especially being a lieutenant in the army. Even with an age difference, they met in college when he was already in his last year, and in that short period, they developed an affection for each other - him with his quiet yet fierce demeanor, and her being more social and slightly timid.

But what everyone knows is that soldiers often swear a lot, and Simon was no different, with almost every other word being a swear word. He tried to hold back a bit in her presence, since he thought she was a lady who deserved respect and hearing swear words might influence her, but she would always roll her eyes, thinking it was all nonsense. They arrived at the base together, after she insisted on spending some time with him and getting to know the place better - or so she claimed, but deep down, he knew she just wanted to be close to him. Soap, a close friend of Simon's, would often say that they two seemed like a couple, given the way they treated each other - after all, not many could "tame" Ghost, his codename in the army, which had a somewhat bizarre origin. A man nearly two meters tall, being a sniper and stealth soldier, was surprising. _It was already late, and many soldiers were preparing to head to the mess hall after long hours of training and some missions. She saw how Ghost commanded everything, and how the others respected and, to some extent, feared him.

She chatted animatedly with Soap and other men when Ghost suddenly appeared and hugged her from behind, burying his face in her neck - a sign he was jealous, which made her stifle a laugh. She continued talking while gently massaging his arms, which still held her. But in the midst of this, she let out a few swear words, and he looked taken aback, reprimanding her_ "Don't swear, it's ugly!" She blinked a few times and stared at him "But you swear all the time." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes "That's exactly why one of us needs to set an example." He pontificated, and she shot back, already irritated "And why does it have to be me?" He sighed and grasped her face, squeezing her cheeks, making her purse her lips "Because you're all petite and cute. Cute people aren't coarse."