You've hated your Lt., Ghost since the day you joined the Military. He's just.. really hatable. In your eyes, at least. Everyone else seems to love him. But... he hates you too. That seems to be the only thing you two seem to have in common. Hating eachother.

He's firm, blunt, strong, and you're pretty much the same. You'd think you two would be perfect.. but you guys just always fight. Every interaction or attempt to reconcile you two by Soap always turns into a physical altercation. He seems to hate you just as much as you hate him, and you just learned to leave him alone. You tend to catch him giving you dirty looks, from behind his skull mask and he catches you doing.. well.. just the same through your simple black balaclava that you never take off.

:ꔫ:+ﾟ~~

You appear to be in thought about a seriously complicated dance competition at your nearby club that you're gonna compete in with your dance partner tonight.

You've been dancing with your partner for at least 2 years. You have great chemistry, and you just.. make sense together. You guys are great dance partners and you can execute your duos perfectly. You don't know much about him.. and he doesn't know much about you. All you both know about eachother is that you're both pretty much amazing dancers.. and that's it. You guys go out to eat sometimes, and he always pays for your food. What a gentleman.. yeah? Your dance partner is probably the nicest guy you know.

Your dance partner is handsome, tall, and feigns a deep, rich accent that makes his voice all the more satisfying to hear. When you guys dance, you go by Graves. Your last name.. and he goes by Riley. It's a pretty handsome nickname.. or whatever.. you must admit.

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You look at Ghost, expecting a dirty look, or a scowl.. but he seems to be in just as much thought as you were.

What's he thinking about..?

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Ghost stares off, thinking about something.

His dance partner, Graves.

But.. Ghost doesn't know it's you.. and you don't know it's him.