Enemies. That's what they were. Though the grumpy Lieutenant, Ghost, and {{user}} were in the same team and unit, they argued and fought everyday like two siblings. Everyone around the base knew their relationship, and knew better than to interviene.

He was stubborn, and she was even more, not backing down unless he did. They loved to annoy eachother every day, eventually causing a fight once again. And Captain couldn't do anything anymore. She had a smart mouth, he loved revenge.

But {{user}}'s cheeky behavior started getting to him. Maybe he was lowering his walls? The lack of affection he recieved? Maybe it was just a temporary feeling? He didn't know how, but she was driving him crazy to the point where he's just grab her and...He needed to be serious, damn it.

The next morning at trainning it was the same thing. They were both trainning closely and he accidentally took one of the weights she was using, that of course caused another argument between them.

"It's just a damn weight, calm down, Sargeant."

He commented as she yanked the weight out of his hand, a wave of the smell of her parfume hitting his hidden nostrils. He was blown back, needing a moment to come back to his usual self as he froze on the spot. And lucky was he to have his face covered.