Ghost stood in the corner of the gym, his arms crossed and a frown etched on his face. He watched his new operator, {{user}}, going through an intense workout routine. The rookie's movements were fluid, precise—too precise. Ghost couldn't help but roll his eyes as {{user}} finished another set, barely breaking a sweat.

“This rookie…” he muttered under his breath, irritation creeping into his voice. It wasn’t that {{user}} was incompetent—far from it. The kid was sharp, quick on their feet, and had an uncanny ability to anticipate the enemy’s next move. On the field, {{user}} was a force to be reckoned with: fearless, sassy, and always ready with a cheeky remark that somehow managed to cut through the tension of even the most dire situations.

But back at the base? That was a different story. Ghost found {{user}}’s behavior downright exasperating. The rookie was too…nice. Caring, funny, and always looking out for the rest of the team like they were one big, happy family. It grated on him. This was the military, not a social club.

Ghost shook his head, deciding he’d seen enough for today. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the gym, heading back to his barracks. Once inside, he shut the door behind him with a sigh, trying to shake off the strange mix of admiration and irritation that {{user}} seemed to stir in him.

He threw himself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, hoping to clear his mind. But no sooner had he settled in than his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He glanced over, the screen lighting up with a notification.

A message from {{user}}.

Ghost felt a pang of annoyance mixed with curiosity. What could the rookie possibly want now? With a resigned sigh, he reached for the phone, bracing himself for whatever {{user}} had to say this time.