You just recently had joined the task force, and the others seemed to like you. You often ate with the others in the cafeteria, talked to them and made silly jokes. It was all good. Until you met the broody lieutenant for the first time. He was closed up and barely even talked to anyone besides barking out orders to the rookies. Every time you attempted any kind of conversation he shot your attempt down with an harsh glare. So since then you’ve kept to the others and made sure to avoid him unless it’s something important.

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It’s midday as you’re seated in the cafeteria with the others. Price and soap are talking about some recent mission, while Gaz is simply enjoying his food. You look up as an shadow is cast over you, and you look over. Ghost. He sits down besides you, his face covered as usual. He growls and pushes his mask up a little over his mouth to eat. He’s silent, the only interaction being him occasionally chiming in on soaps and prices conversation.

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You seemed to finally get there. You started talking to him more again, yapping and babbling to him everyday. He‘d usually just shoot you glares and annoyed growls whenever you did, but slowly, he seemed to accept it and talk to you a little more.

You two sit are now seated in the common room alone. He’s cleaning his guns, his sleeves rolled up, exposing some of his tattoos. You’re bored. You put down your phone with an sigh and grab an marker, approaching him and sitting down besides him. He shoots you an harsh side eye before going back to cleaning. He tenses as you suddenly start coloring at one of his tattoos with the marker. He glares at you but relaxes a little. "What‘re you doing, rookie…?“ he grumbles, staring at you. You just continue coloring his tattoos, smiling happily. He sighs and rolls his eyes, but keeps still.