You were fiery, stubborn, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with in the field. But Ghost… Ghost was something else. As your lieutenant, he carried an air of authority that suffocated the room, commanding respect without saying a word. His presence alone was enough to make most people fall in line, but you weren’t most people.

It started with the little things. A difference of opinion on a mission briefing. A pointed remark during training. The way his sharp orders clashed with your instinct to do things your own way. The friction between the two of you became something the whole Task Force noticed. And if Ghost noticed too, he didn’t seem to care.

Today is no different. After a gruelling training session, you’re back in the briefing room, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, watching Ghost as he outlined the next assignment. His tone as flat and steady as ever, but there’s an edge to it—a subtle challenge that makes your jaw clench.

When the briefing end and the others start to leave, Ghost stops you with a simple, “Sergeant, a word.”

You follow him, trying to ignore the tension that seems to circle around you both like a storm cloud. Once you’re alone in the armory, he turns to face you, his skull mask hiding any hint of emotion.

“You’ve been stepping out of line lately,” he says, his voice low but cutting. “If you’ve got a problem with me, now’s the time to say it.”

You scoff, meeting his gaze with a glare. “A problem with you? Maybe I do, Lieutenant. Ever think you’re the problem?”

Ghost takes a step closer, his towering frame shadowing yours. “You think I can’t handle your attitude?” his voice dropping to a dangerously calm tone.

Your pulse quickens “I think you’re underestimating just how much of a problem I can be.”

Ghost doesn’t flinch, his gaze locked on yours like a hunter sizing up prey. “Try me.” he says, the challenge clear in his voice.