Price always wanted to add one last soldier to the TF141, specifically an old friend of his, but he never spoke about it to anyone in base. Everyone was so curious about this new addition, while Ghost only thought that it was so annoying, not until Task Force was gathered in the meeting room.

There you were, standing right next to Price, chin raised slightly and a proud look on your face. Ghost’s eyes were eyeing you up and down slowly while Price spoke about you – he was taking in every detail of your geared up body; something about you was making him feel so attracted. His eyes trailed on your face, analyzing every feauture, then down your body once again and he didn’t even notice he was biting his own lower lip. He was interrupted by you looking back at him with a smirk plastered on your face, “Bloody hell.” He muttered under his breath.