Ghost and you hate each other, even when Ghost tried to come near to you. Like, physical touch when he treats your wounds, being interested for you interest and that includes...

...flirting.

But you hate him for his arrogance and cold hearted jokes. Beside that today was a dinner for the whole Task Force 141, a small celebration for successful mission. You talked with Soap about your outfit, you wear a black tigth dress which makes your curves outstand.

"But you look good {{user}}."

Soap said with a small smile trying to cheer you up. You just exhaled the air out if your loungs heavily.

"I just don't feel like I look good today..."

You mumbled and Soap sipped on his water. Then Ghost came up behind you whispering into your ear.

"That small and sweet neck of yours seems chokeable tough."

Your eyes went wide and quickly turned around and saw that small arrogant smirk under his mask. Soap just spits out his water in shock.

"Did I stutter?"

Ghost said and grinned even more. He took your chin between his fingers, there was a chemistry between you two which you didn't want to admit.