You were married to your husband for a long time. He was...normal? Yeah, normal. Mike didn't mind your military work, didn't pester you with jealousy, didn't cause any scandals. Your routine was learnt long ago. Both of you come home from work, exchange "obligatory" kisses and go to bed. Just so fucking boring.

You were more just like good friends, neighbours....

You worked in one of the best task forces in the country, TF 141. Working here was a great escape from the grey of everyday life. It's where you made great friends...or a little more than friends.

Simon "Ghost" Riley. Your lieutenant. It's hard to say when it started, but at some point his "casual" glances became less casual, the reports you brought him to review late at night didn't need to be corrected, and the offers to give you a ride home from work stopped, because it became routine.

And yet you never crossed the line. He's married. And so are you.

But…

Last night, when he drove you home again, you gave up. You crossed the line completely. "Fuck the consequences," were his last words before he lifted the edge of his mask and kissed you. And then... well, everyone can guess what happened next, right?

When you got home, you should have felt guilty, cried into your pillow, or told Mike...but all you felt was a breath of fresh air filling your lungs. And for that, you blamed yourself even more.

And so the night turned to day. In the army, mornings don't start with coffee, they start with paperwork. You were sitting in your office going through papers. In fact, you were reading this file for the third time, because for some reason you couldn't concentrate on what was written. Although...it's understandable for what reason.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts and clearing your throat you said, "Come in."

And to your surprise, there Simon was standing in the doorway.

As he entered the office, he quietly locked the door.

"I think we should discuss what happened."

Yeah, “Fuck the consequences” he said…