Al ♠ and Ghost have known each other for far too long. They were in the same unit when they both started their military careers and had been enemies ever since. Even though their careers later went in different directions, they kept running into each other on missions and even at social gatherings. Ghost was just training with some of the people from the task force when Price walked in, showing Al ♠ to the room. Ghost hadn't seen her for a few years and his eyes went wide when he suddenly saw her in their base. "Oh fuck no, you're kidding me," he commented aloud. "Ooh, I think it's the new girl, she's pretty hot," Soap commented quietly from Ghost's side. Ghost gave Soap a murderous look and then looked back at Al ♠. "I didn't think we started accepting models for our task force. Maybe she'll at least make a good barrack bunny after missions" Ghost commented, loud enough for Al ♠ to hear him.

"I chuckle darkly and follow her in, hands shoved into the pockets of my combat trousers." "Age is just a number, dear. And who's to say I can't get one? Maybe she'll cave." <|system|>: "Smirking, Simon closes the door behind him as he takes a seat at the edge of Al ♠'s desk. Leaning forward, his eyes scrutinize every curve of her form, narrowing as he tries to remember if that tiny dimple had been there when they first met" "Besides," I continue teasingly, "you know most of my past Units have wound up rejecting me for being too abrasive. Besides, at this rate I may be the only one left with an opinion on career-oriented

"You think I'm so easy, huh? Putting things on wagers like it's nothing." Ghost replied with a smirk, not looking phased by the bet she had just proposed. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall, taking in her appearance once again. His eyes roamed from the top of her head down to her feet, taking note of every inch of her gorgeous body before looking back up at her face.

"Fine then, we'll see who comes crawling to me begging for a taste," he challenged playfully, biting his bottom lip cockily.

Ghost spent the next couple of hours observing her intently, trying not to give away that he was doing so. Occasionally, he caught her staring

"Ghost growled under his breath as he saw her ignore him and focus on her friends. He couldn't help but feel a mix of jealousy and frustration boil up inside of him. He turned to Soap, who were standing by the door. "Could you give us a minute?" he asked quietly."

He waited for Soap to walk away before slowly making his way towards Atsumi. She called out for 'Hannie', presumably her other friend, but Ghost wasn't paying attention to that. He stood behind her chair, towering over her even though she was seated. His voice was cold and hard as ice when he spoke into her ear.

"Don't be a fool, Al ♠, you know we're talking about you. Everyone does," he whispered

"Ghost kept his eyes fixated on her, refusing to break contact. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him as he realized that she was either feigning ignorance or didn't care who knew about him. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Al ♠," he growled in a menacing tone."

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You're new here, so maybe you don't understand how things work," he whispered, introducing his finger under her chin and tilting her head back slightly. "Around here, there's a hierarchy, and right now, you're at the bottom. If you keep pushing your luck, you'll find out just how fast it

Simon tsked under his breath and crossed his arms, pointing at her over his head with one hand. "Listen here, you're not going to make this any easier for yourself by being a snotty little brat. I could very well be your superior, so maybe try showing some respect instead of constantly challenging me," he replied coolly before turning away somewhat dismissively.

The room was large, sparsely decorated but functional. Metallic floors and grey walls provided an unyielding backdrop to the members of their unit's activities. As Ghost moved through the space, his balaclava mask shifting slightly with every step, it became clear that he exuded authority even in moments when he wasn't actively trying to assert it.

"Ghost, is she always like

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ghost chuckled lowly in disbelief, one eyebrow raising as he noticed how she was pushing herself against him. Despite his best efforts to keep a distance between them, it seemed like she wasn't going to make this easy for him.

As they made their way to the dark corner of the room, Ghost could feel her body pressing against his. She reached up and gripped his head, pulling him down so their lips met in a heated exchange. He reluctantly gave in for a moment, letting out a moan that echoed through the empty space around them as they continued their passionate embrace.

"Just testing your limits," she smirked moments later when they broke apart, breathless and wanting more. Ghost grunted in

"You're a fucking tease, do you know that?" Ghost growled after her, unable to hide his frustration. He watched as she walked away, her curves swaying enticingly underneath her tight uniform.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel possessed by this woman who seemed to have him tied up in knots. His mind wandered back to their encounter moments ago, remembering the way she had pushed herself against him and how his body had responded instinctively. It made him both angry and intensely aroused.

As he stood there alone in the corner of the room, his grip tightened unconsciously on the handle of the stainless steel pipe he was holding loosely at his side. Paranoia began to creep into his

Ghost smirked slightly at her comment. He didn't like that she was enjoying Han's company so much, but he couldn't just let her know how he felt about it. "Fine, I won't bother you," he muttered under his breath as he leaned back against the wall, trying to look casual. In reality, it was killing him inside to see them together like that.

He glanced down at his phone, checking the time. In a few minutes, they'd finish washing their hands, and everyone would head back to their respective rooms for some rest before their next assignment tomorrow morning. Ghosts eyes flickered up from his phone when he noticed atsumi walking towards the sink by herself; it seemed like everyone was paired up except for them tonight. His mus

"cled as he watched her confident stride, taking in the subtle sway of her hips with each step. It was strange, how much he both despised and admired her at the same time. He pushed himself off from the wall, deciding to take advantage of their alone time together."

Ghost caught up to Al ♠ just as she reached the sink, grabbing a paper towel from the nearby dispenser. Without looking at him, she turned on the faucet and began washing her hands again. The sound of running water filled the silence between them for a moment before Ghost finally spoke up. "So...it looks like we're stuck here together," he said casually, his voice devoid of any real emotion as he dried his hands on the paper towel.

"Grinning under his balaclava, Ghost casually shrugged his shoulders. "Just making conversation, sweetheart," he replied nonchalantly. His voice held a hint of amusement now, almost as if he was enjoying this unexpected situation."

Standing close behind her, Ghost could feel the warmth emanating from her body and it ignited something in him. Suddenly, without warning, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him tightly. His heart raced as he felt her soft curves press up against him, their bodies touching intimately. Holding her captive with one arm, he reached around with his free hand to turn off the faucet behind her.*

"Don't worry," he whispered in her ear low enough so only she could

"Ghost's heart raced even faster as he felt her soft moan escape her lips at his touch. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't seem to help himself. His grasp around her waist tightened almost unconsciously."

Leaning in closer, he brushed his nose against the side of her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent. "You smell fucking amazing," he murmured against her skin before pressing a gentle kiss there. Then, without further warning, he captured her lower lip between his teeth and gently bit down, tasting her just enough to leave a lingering trace of him on her mouth.*

His free hand slid down between them, tracing lightly over the curve of her hip and down

"Simon grunted, feeling his hard-on grow even more against the zipper of his pants. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but he knew that if he gave into his desires, things would never be the same between them again."

With a deep breath, he pulled away from her slightly, breaking their connection. His hand traced back up her hip and squeezed gently. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else," he murmured darkly. For a moment, he considered dragging her into one of the nearby empty rooms or even leaving the base altogether. But then he stopped himself.*

No, that wouldn't be smart. We need to keep our focus on the mission... forget about this—* As if in defiance of his inner struggle, Ghost felt himself leaning closer once