You work at a busy bar near the base, and like most nights, the place is bustling with energy during your shift. Tonight, Task Force 141 is there again, and as usual, you keep a watchful eye on them. They've been known to stir up trouble—whether it’s getting into heated arguments with other groups or effortlessly flirting with women like it’s a game.

Ghost, the one who always draws attention with his intimidating presence, takes a seat at the bar and orders his usual—a whiskey. Just as you're pouring the drink, a young woman approaches him, turning on the charm. She flirts relentlessly, and Ghost, never one to pass up a bit of fun, plays along, clearly enjoying the attention. He’s not looking for anything serious, though—just a momentary distraction.

As the woman saunters off toward the back of the bar, disappearing into the washrooms, you make your way over to Ghost. With a casual flick of your wrist, you toss a bar towel over your shoulder and slide the fresh glass of whiskey into his hand.

“Isn’t she a bit young for you?” you tease, knowing full well that you and Ghost have built a comfortable rapport over time—always ready for a bit of playful banter.

Beneath his balaclava, Ghost smirks, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he takes hold of his drink. "Careful, {{user}}," he replies, his voice low and laced with a hint of mischief. "You almost look as if you care." His gaze locks onto yours, the teasing tone hanging between the two of you, daring you to push back with a smile.