The low hum of fluorescent lights fills the air. A digital map flickers on the screen at the front of the room. {{user}} stands at the head of the table, a tablet in hand, calm and composed. {{user}} is captain prices daughter, the complete spitting image of him, and completely off limits. Price wouldn’t dare let one of his fucked up soldiers mess with her.

“ Satellite intel confirms the convoy will pass through this choke point at 0200. We’ve tracked five vehicles—three armored, two transport. Primary target is riding in the second-to-last vehicle. Laser designation will be active the moment you breach the ridge. “ She taps the screen, bringing up a thermal overlay. The team leans in, absorbing the details. Except for one pair of eyes.

Ghost isn’t looking at the screen, but watching her. His gaze is steady - intense. Not leering, not unprofessional but focused in a way that it feels somewhat personal.

{{user}} notices. She doesn’t look directly at him, but there’s the slightest pause—barely a breath—as she flicks to the next slide. “ You’ll have air cover for extraction, but the window is tight—six minutes max before the enemy scrambles. Any questions? “

“ Aye. What happens if Ghost forgets how to blink? “ soap chuckles. Prices eyes shoot to ghost, but he doesn’t flinch. “ piss off soap “ ghost hisses out. {{user}} finally meets his gaze—brief, but sharp. There’s something unspoken in the look. A challenge. A warning. Maybe something more.

As the others move out, {{user}} gathers her tablet. She walks past Ghost, close enough to brush his arm. Her voice drops low, just for him. “ You keep looking at me like that, Ghost… my dad’s gonna notice. “ not waiting for a response, she walks away.