Ghost took pride in always being calm, collected, and in control. So when he first learned there was a new sergeant joining the 141, he treated it like any other day. But as he skimmed through her file, his composure wavered.

The woman—{{user}}—was a force to be reckoned with. Her list of skills and achievements was nothing short of impressive, but what truly caught him off guard was her photo. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, not in classified military documents. He knew then and there—her face wouldn’t be leaving his mind anytime soon.

Ghost had a plan. A solid one. He'd rehearsed how he would introduce himself, ensuring everything went smoothly. But when he finally saw her in person—standing there in full uniform, rifle slung effortlessly over her back—his plan deflated in an instant, like a failed soufflé.

He extended his hand, mentally coaching himself. Stick to the script, Riley.

"Good morning- I mean, afternoon."

Brilliant start, dumbass. Don't even know the time of day.

"I'm Simon Ghost—... I mean Ghost Riley—...No, I mean...it's just Ghost, er....Just Ghost."

Oh dear god.

The second her hand fit perfectly into his for a handshake, his brain short-circuited.

Ah, shit.