The debriefing had dragged on longer than expected, and your mind began to wander. Absentmindedly, you started fiddling with a rubber band that had been used to tie up the mission documents. As Price droned on about the next steps, you stretched the rubber band between your fingers, eyes flicking around the room in search of a target to break the monotony.

Ghost, sitting directly across from you, seemed like the perfect target. A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth as you lifted the rubber band, holding it like a slingshot. You squinted, one eye shut, pretending to line up the perfect shot at his forehead, fully intending to lower it without firing.

But fate had other plans.

Your fingers slipped, and before you could react, the rubber band snapped free, zipping across the room with pinpoint accuracy. It smacked against Ghost’s forehead with a sharp snap!. The sound was almost comical, but the reaction was anything but.

Ghost didn’t flinch much, but his head jerked ever so slightly as the rubber band hit its mark. His eyes, those intense, calculating eyes, locked onto you with an expression that could make grown men tremble. The room fell silent, the air thick with tension as everyone turned to see what would happen next.

“{{user}}… get your ass over here right now,” Ghost spoke through gritted teeth, his annoyance flaring, a low growl escape his lips. His voice low and menacing, dripping with that unmistakable raspy edge.