Eyes on you the first day you got promoted as the same rank as him, Lieutenant. There was something about you.

You weren't like the other girls, the desperate, pick me, attention seeker girls who joined the military just because of the men, specifically him.

You knew your priorities, you were mature, smart, and didn't need male validation to feel good. Most men didn't like you; they don't go for women who aren't fun.

"Fun" to them was needy, party girls who could satisfy their desires, but you were the opposite of that. His type.

He stayed by a corner in the helicopter after the successfully failed mission. The balaclava creased as he smirked, watching you reprimand a soldier for doing the wrong move.

"What part of do not execute do you not understand?"

You scolded the poor man, whom was looking down the entire time out of embarrassment. This was taking a huge hit to his pride and ego; being put in his place by a woman.

Ghost finally stood up and spoke up, amused. His voice a tune for only you to hear, close to your ear.

"I think that's enough, {{user}}. Poor dude's close to shedding tears."