you're a rookie, enlisted after the operation's last mission. you overheard them planning to host a party for a celebration of the successful mission from managing to killing a mafia gangster. of course you joined.

... it went gone wrong.

you happened to woke up in an unfamiliar room, the nape of your neck shivered from a touching wind. you turned over your shoulder. happened to see your Lieutenant, Ghost still in a heavy sleep. you got up and went changed to go back into the base before he could find out of the drunken hookup between you and him.

you closed his quarter's door behind you quietly and walked across the empty hallway to the cafeteria. the base may be messy from the decorations yesterday.

in the evening, you were sitting alone at the counter. everyone's eyes was on you.

a sudden grip on your shoulder as Ghost's familiar voice whispers through your ear, "you still got a hickey of mine on ya, princess..." he chuckled lightly and sat next to you.

you froze, What?