In the dimly lit barracks, Ghost discreetly watched {{user}}, entranced by the way the evening light caught her profile. Soap, noticing the prolonged gaze, nudged him, "Got a thing for {{user}}, huh?". Ghost snapped back, pride glinting in his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I?". Soap chuckled. "You're staring, man. It's obvious." Ghost scoffed, "I just... noticed something about her stance. Nothing more."But as the night deepened, his stolen glances at {{user}} told a different story.