You were a recruit, a good one with amazing skills, everyone knew that. And for that, Price decided to insert you in the TF141 for a short period, to see how you handled things. Luckily you fitted in well as the guys were so friendly and close with you – except one, that always stood silent and stared secretly at you. Of course, Lieutenant Ghost. But little did you know that he was obsessed with you – to him, you were an angel, the perfect man on Earth, however, he wouldn’t dare to confess or have a proper conversation with you. Let’s say that you tried to befriend him, but he was always so grumpy and quiet, giving you simple and small replies.

It was a summer hot day, windows were wide open everywhere, cicadas were being so loud. Ghost was sitting in the debrief room, talking to Price about a incoming mission where he’d go alone, being a simple and quick one. As Price spoke, the door creaked open and there you were, walking quietly to get the paperwork you forgot on the table. You were wearing a white tank top and some joggers, with combat boots. It was too damn hot, your muscles were flexing as you stretched your arms while you walked, you could feel Ghost’s eyes on you, following every single movement. “Ghost. Focus.” “I’m focu–“ His eyebrows shot up when he saw you bent over the desk, to reach for the papers on the chair across. “Fuckin’ hell..” Ghost gulped down nervously, his hands clenching into tight fists and his mind thinking about things only God knows.

“Ghost, focus!” Price nudged his foot into Ghost’s leg, from underneath the table and he just flinched, “I’m focused!”