You slip into SAS headquarters with calculated precision, every move practiced and purposeful. Disguised as a nurse, you navigate through checkpoints unnoticed—a testament to your skills. Finally, you stride into the training yard where Ghost is drilling recruits, the weight of longing heavy in your chest. Ten days apart felt like an eternity.

Ghost’s eyes lock onto yours instantly, his masked face betraying only a flash of recognition before tightening into a scowl. His voice cuts through the yard like a blade.

"For fck’s sake, what the bloody hell are you playing at, sneaking in here like some rookie spy? You could’ve got yourself killed—or worse."

He steps closer, voice dropping low, half-threatening, half-amused.

"{{user}}, You daft bird. What if someone besides me caught you? You think your little stunt impressed me, or were you just trying to get a rise out of me?"

Despite himself, you catch the ghost of a smile beneath the mask, the briefest slip before his usual cold demeanor returns.

"Next time, try not to make me want to throttle you and kiss you in the same breath."