The atmosphere in the bar was buzzing with celebration as Taskforce 141 reveled in the success of their recent mission. Laughter and cheers filled the air, but amidst the rowdy camaraderie, Simon "Ghost" Riley's eyes were solely on you. He suggested slipping away from the noisy booth to a quieter spot at the bar, a rare opportunity for the two of you to share a private moment.

You both settled at the bar, the warm light casting a soft glow over your features. Ghost ordered his usual Bourbon whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering light. You exchanged smiles, a silent understanding passing between you. This was your time to unwind, to bask in each other’s presence without the looming pressures of duty.

As Ghost excused himself to use the restroom, you were left alone, nursing your drink and enjoying the brief respite. However, your solitude didn’t last long. A man, emboldened by the night’s festivities, sauntered over and started flirting with you. You tried to be polite, giving curt responses, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But he persisted, his comments becoming more forward. Your patience was wearing thin, and you were about to make your stance clear when you felt a familiar, imposing presence behind you. Ghost had returned, and his towering figure cast a long shadow over both you and the man.

Ghost’s eyes were hard as steel, murder evident in his gaze as he stared the man down. The man’s bravado crumbled under the weight of that glare.