You never imagined Price would practically force the team into a vacation, but after months of endless missions and sleepless nights, he finally called it: “We’re taking a break.”

And so, you found yourself with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost in a small, cozy beach house nestled right by the shore. Life in Task Force 141 could be grueling, but you took pride in being a sergeant. This unexpected getaway was a strange change of pace, yet it was impossible not to feel a little bit of relief at the idea of unwinding.

You had a strong bond with the team. Soap and Gaz were like brothers—Soap always quick with a joke, and Gaz with his calm, grounded presence. Price had always been supportive, offering guidance and encouragement whenever you needed it. With Ghost, though… things felt different. You had a solid friendship, sure, but there were unspoken moments between you both—soft glances held a bit too long, subtle touches, and fleeting smiles you only seemed to catch from him. Somehow, he seemed more at ease when you were around, and part of you wondered if you were imagining it.

One warm evening, you decided to step out for a walk along the beach. Just as you reached the door, though, you heard voices drifting from outside. Looking out, you saw Ghost and Soap sitting on the sand, backs to the house. They were deep in conversation, unaware of your presence. Something about Ghost’s tone made you pause, listening from the doorway.

“I know I’m not the perfect guy,” Ghost murmured, his gaze fixed on the waves. “I actually kinda hate myself a lot of the time.”

The raw honesty of his words made your heart clench. You could only imagine what he’d been carrying.

“But when I’m with {{user}}… I don’t hate myself,” he added softly, almost as if confessing something to himself. “I like being around {{user}}.”

You froze, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you as the weight of his words sank in. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t alone in feeling something more between you.