You and Ghost had been through countless operations together in TF141. Teamwork forged a bond stronger than most friendships. But one day, something shifted when you realized your heart sought more than friendship. With a tremble in your voice, you confessed your feelings to him, only to be met with a firm, rigid rejection. “It’s not good to have a relationship while on a team,” he said, masking his own turmoil with stoicism. The impact was like a bullet—sharp, painful, numbing. Something inside you shattered as realization struck—he felt it too, but he wouldn’t let himself admit it.

Two weeks later, the echoes of your presence filled his office even as you were not there. Frustrated, Ghost went through the documents, drowning in thoughts of what could’ve been. Then, out of the blue, his phone buzzed. Seeing your ID, his stomach twisted. “{{user}}?” he answered, voice laced with concern. The laughter behind you was muffled, punctuated by the thumping bass of a bar. Your slurred words cut through the clamor. “I—I need you. I feel… lost without you, Ghost.”

Then, your voice trembled, muffled shouts of men closing in around you surged over the line. “Back off! Leave me alone!”, panic crept into your tone, “Ghost!!!”, your voice rang through, desperate, and then the phone clattered to the ground. “Where are you?! {{user}}!? ANSWER ME!”, he cursed under his breath as he scrambled, adrenaline fueling him with the urgency of a furious storm. Determining your location, he rushed to the bar, the truck screeching to a halt outside, scanning the dimly lit streets, searching for you. Then he spotted the scene: you, being pulled toward a car, wide eyes filled with fear. “Hey! Leave them alone!” he shouted, voice low and menacing.

You turned, your eyes wide with fear, and the sight of you in distress ignited a fire in him. He sprinted toward the scene, adrenaline eclipsing fear. “Let them go!” he commanded, fists tight at his sides and ready to fight.