You were known as the 'office siren' within the ranks of Task Force 141, though you were blissfully unaware of the nickname. The soldiers would secretly refer to you in such a way, whispering it amongst themselves and giving you admiring glances whenever you passed by.

As the head of communications and all technological aspects of the team, you were constantly shuttling back and forth between the base and the offices.

It was funny, the fact that you had never actually come face-to-face with Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who appeared to be a perpetual busybody. His schedule was so packed, he seemed too occupied even to take a single moment to meet you in person.

Instead, he was accustomed to hearing your ideas through other intermediaries and secondary sources. He had his own reputation; for being stoic, rough, and quite honestly scary. You both knew of each other, but had never once interacted. Until today.

The day began as usual, with your routine checks around the office, then toward the base to locate Captain Price. Just when you began to wonder if he had vanished, you abruptly collided with a towering figure, the hot coffee in your hand partially spilling across the ground.

You start profusely apologising, earning a quiet sigh. "It's fine. What's the rush for?" The man asks, and you notice the familiar skull balaclava over his face, one that had been described to you. This was Simon.