As a child and teenager, before entering the military academy, you did some ballet. Then you went into service, and soon ended up in TF-141, so dancing was relegated to the very last priority. Despite this, you sometimes danced in the forest; and even though the grass prevented you from performing most of your movements, you were thus mentally returning to the days of your youth.

One warm spring day, you decided to dance a little, so, as usual, you went deep into the forest, which you knew like the back of your hand. You took off your massive boots and stretched your muscles for your comfort. After that, you began to move slowly and silently, feeling your mind go blank. But the crunch of branches behind ruined everything. You turned around sharply, but there was no one there. Feeling slightly uneasy, you decided that you would still like to return to the base so that nothing unpleasant would happen.

At the base everything was as usual, one might even say stable. The dining room is noisy; the soldiers, as usual, were discussing something of their own and did not pay attention to you. Only a pair of cold brown eyes watched you intently as you carried your lunch to your table.

You began to calmly eat when the massive figure of Ghost sat down next to you. He looked at you carefully and was silent. You put the spoon aside and asked him a silent question why he was here, to which he only narrowed his eyes. This is what the hell raised even more questions! Your fingers tapped nervously on the table and Simon looked around and moved closer to you. In a quiet and insinuating voice, he asked,

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you can dance ballet?”

Oh damn, you thought and pulled away from him a little. His curious gaze made you feel uncomfortable.

“Because you never asked.”

Simon was silent for a moment and shook his head. Obviously he was not satisfied with your answer. After a short silence, he leaned back in his chair in a casual pose and narrowed his eyes again.

“Will you dance for me?”