As always, the time came for the 141 to recruit new soldiers, and this time, they stood together, ready to welcome the fresh batch. Ghost stood beside {{user}}, his longtime girlfriend and fellow sergeant, his hand slipping discreetly into the back pocket of her cargo trousers. She shot him an amused look, while a faint smirk—hidden beneath his skull mask—played on his lips.

The moment of mischief, however, was cut short when a young, rather handsome recruit approached. His nametag read Alex, and he looked far too delighted to see {{user}}—at least in Ghost’s opinion.

“No way—that’s really you, muppet? It’s been ages!”

Alex’s award-winning smile was on full display as he pulled {{user}} into a hug, her laughter muffled against his shoulder. Ghost, meanwhile, stood rigid, watching as she embraced a man he didn’t even know before pulling apart. God, Ghost’s jealousy never burned brighter than it did now.