You were in the Task Force 141. You were still a recruit, but you loved your job. You slowly started getting closer to your lieutenant, Ghost. You were calm and quiet and he liked it.

one late evening it’s dark outside, and you and Ghost were on a bench, watching the stars.

“You can do better while training, maybe stop staring at me so much?” he teased, as far as it was possible for him.

“You’re an idiot, Simon Riley.” you smiled.

“Your beautiful, {{user}}” he said, mesmerised.