Ghost and Soap were assigned on a simple city patrol since there was a concert going on and there could be possible a terrorist attack. With a frustrated sigh, Ghost rolled up the bottom of his balaclava and lit up a cigarette, eyes moving around the streets continuously.

As he gazed around his attention fell on you, laughing with a group of friends at an outside table of a Cafe, and he couldn’t help but observe you from afar, until you noticed his eyes on you. You both held eye contact for a whole minute before your friends nudged your side, inciting you to go and talk to him – well, who could just ignore some nice good looking military men?

A smirk painted his lips, he tossed away the cigarette and rolled down his balaclava, approaching your table with slow steps while he swung the rifle over his shoulder. Your friends erupted into excited whispers as he got closer and closer, “Would be rude of me to not ask for your phone number.” He said, towering over you.