The team couldn’t help but notice the tension between the so-called golden couple—Ghost and {{user}}—who were usually inseparable. It was obvious they’d had a lover’s spat. {{user}} had gone quiet, her usual bright presence replaced by a frosty silence that clung to her like a second skin. Ghost, on the other hand, was clearly trying to break through her silence—throwing out sarcastic jabs and dry remarks in a half-hearted attempt to provoke a response, to hear her voice again.

Without {{user}}’s usual warmth—her playful teasing, the way she’d bump shoulders with Ghost mid-march or whisper flirty comments to ease the tension of the mission—Ghost was visibly off. His jaw was tighter, his movements more clipped, and his mood had soured into something short-tempered and stormy.

They paused at a shadowed intersection, weapons drawn and backs against the wall. The air was tense, thick with both danger and unspoken words. Ghost glanced at her—his masked face turned just slightly, voice low and gruff.

“Would ya’ look at meh?” he muttered, not as an order, but a quiet plea.