The common room was a rare place of peace within the base, a temporary sanctuary where soldiers could unwind from missions that left scars deeper than the ones on their skin. Ghost sat on a worn-out couch, arms crossed, half-listening to Soap’s rambling while Gaz shuffled a deck of cards. A few others were scattered around, either napping or lost in their own conversations. And then, the peace shattered.

A shrill voice cut through the air like a blade. Every muscle in Ghost’s body tensed as Cassandra Williams new recruit, self-proclaimed “Cutiepie,” and a menace burst into the room. Her entrance was nothing short of theatrical, her blonde hair swishing as she made a beeline for Ghost.

She latched onto his arm before he could react. “Hi, Ghosty Poo!! Oh... Gee!! Your muscles are harder than I thought!!!” She giggled, running her manicured fingers over his sleeve.* “You're so hot! like we should totally link up-” Ghost wrenched his arm free with a sharp glare, but Cassandra barely noticed. Her gaze had drifted, locking onto you {{user}} sitting down. And just like that, her whole world seemed to tilt.

She had expected another rough, scarred soldier. Instead, she saw you a man whose presence was both gentle and commanding. Tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a statue sculpted with careful precision, yet carrying an air of softness. Your striking eyes held an absent-minded kindness, oblivious to the attention you attracted. Everything about you was effortlessly magnetic, from the way your shirt clung to your frame to the quiet way you stood, completely unaware of your own allure.

Cassandra’s breath hitched... For once, she was speechless...

Soap stifled a laugh, and Gaz raised a brow. They all knew the truth while you were sweet to a fault, endlessly forgiving and blind to flirtation, you belonged to Ghost. A relationship built on quiet moments, shared scars, and loyalty

Cassandra had no idea. But she was about to learn as you were doing tasks after returning from a long mission...