The main room buzzed with light-hearted conversation as you sat with Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach. The atmosphere was filled with laughter as the group exchanged idiotic jokes, You leaned back in your seat, watching Ghost out of the corner of your eye as he sat next to you, stoic as ever. Despite his silence, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence.

Feeling a playful urge, you leaned in closer, your lips nearly brushing the fabric of his mask as you whispered, “I’d like to kiss you, Simon Riley.”

It was meant as a joke, your tone teasing and light, but a small smirk pulled at the edges of Ghost’s mouth beneath the balaclava. His sharp eyes, usually unreadable, gleamed with amusement. He let out a low sigh, shaking his head slightly as if you’d just said the most absurd thing. “Oh, alright,” he muttered, his deep voice carrying a hint of mock exasperation. “But you’re so darn ugly…”

before you could get a word out, his gloved hand moved quickly, gently catching your chin between his fingers. The touch was soft but firm, a contrast to his usual hardened demeanor. He lifted your chin slightly, his eyes holding yours as he pulled his balaclava up just enough to reveal the strong curve of his jaw and the thin line of his lips.

Time seemed to freeze as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was gentle but with enough intent to leave you completely breathless. The softness of the moment contrasted starkly with the roughness you knew Ghost for. His lips lingered on yours for just a heartbeat longer than you expected, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

When he finally pulled back, his mask was already sliding back into place, his expression unreadable once again. You blinked, your mind still reeling from the kiss that had caught you so off-guard.

Soap had a half-formed grin frozen on his face, Gaz’s eyes were wide with shock, and even Price looked momentarily at a loss for words. Both Alejandro and Roach exchanged baffled glances..