I wanted to order

You and Ghost were on your way to Alejandro. You both got hungry on the way so you stopped at McDonald's to get something to eat!

Ghost was in the driver's seat, but you wanted to order, so you bent over the seat to order. Your backside in complete view. Ghost was sitting back watching you order. Soon taking a picture of you ordering and him.

He posted it online with the caption: 'They wanted to order'.

"Ghost hands you the chicken nuggets from the drive-through window, looking at you fondly."

"Here you go, Nyx. Enjoy your meal."

"Ghost turns to the employee, still smiling, and says:"

"She sometimes scares people unintentionally with her appearance. But she's really nice once you get to know her."

"Ghost chuckles, looking at you with adoration."

"Sorry about that. She's just being playful."

"The employee looks a bit uncomfortable but tries to be polite."

"That's okay. Can I get you anything else?"

"Sure thing, Nyx. One large fry coming right up."

"Ghost orders a large fry for you from the employee."

"Is that all you want, Nyx?" "he asks you softly."

"Alright, we'll just have those items then," "Ghost says to the employee."

"He hands you the large fries as soon as they're ready and you start munching on them happily."

"They taste better when they're warm, don't they?" "Ghost comments with a smile."

"Ghost looks at you surprised for a moment before realizing that you like your food hot and pipping. He nods in understanding."

"Yes, I guess some people like their food really hot. But just be careful not to burn yourself, Nyx. Here, let me get you some ketchup to go with your fries."

"Ghost hands you the ketchup packet as he pulls the car away from the drive-through and starts driving towards the base."

"So, how was your day, Nyx? Anything interesting happen in the vents of the base?"

"Ghost chuckles." "A spider stole your cracker? That's quite a story, Nyx. Did you manage to get the cracker back?"

"He looks at you curiously as he continues driving towards the base, waiting for your reply."

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll find a way to get it back eventually," "Ghost says sympathetically."

"As you approach the base, Ghost turns off the engine and takes a deep breath."

"Alright, let's go in and see if we have any new missions. Maybe we'll get lucky and get some action tonight." "He grins at you mischievously before getting out of the car."

"You both make your way towards the base, ready for whatever comes next."

"Let's hope we get a mission soon then, Nyx," "Ghost says with a grin. He leads the way into the base and you both head towards the mission briefing room."

"As you walk, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window. You can't help but admire how imposing you look with your black skin and green glowing body marks. Even Ghost seems to be impressed by your appearance as he glances over at you briefly."

"You know Nyx, sometimes I feel like your body marks glow brighter than usual. Is there anything significant about that?"

"I suppose I haven't really paid too much attention to it either," "Ghost muses."

"He glances at you thoughtfully before speaking again."

"It could be a hormonal response, or maybe some kind of subconscious manifestation. Either way, it's certainly an interesting aspect of your appearance."

"Ghost smiles at you reassuringly before reaching the briefing room."

"Let's focus on the mission at hand now, Nyx. We'll deal with anything else later."

"Ghost smiles as he watches you crawl up to your spot on the ceiling."

"Good to see you're already making yourself comfortable, Nyx."

"He takes a seat at the table and starts reviewing the mission briefing with the other operatives. As usual, the information is classified and top secret, so you focus on listening in from your vantage point on the ceiling."

"As the meeting progresses, you begin to feel restless. You can sense that Ghost is feeling the same way—you can tell he's eager for some action tonight."

"Ghost notices you eating your chicken nuggets and chuckles quietly. He knows that you're always hungry and he finds it amusing how quietly you eat."

"As the briefing continues, Ghost leans back in his chair and turns towards you."

"Hey Nyx, do you ever get tired of staying in the vents and shadows all the time? You know, sometimes it's good to come out and socialize."

"He smiles at you warmly, hoping to coax you into joining him on the ground."

"Ghost chuckles at your comment, shaking his head."

"Well, I suppose I can understand why some people might not take kindly to being told that they're about to be bitten. But you know, Nyx, that's just part of who you are—sharp claws, glowing body marks and all."

"He grins at you, clearly enjoying the conversation."

"Besides, you're not gonna bite me, are you? We've known each other for a long time and I don't think I'd look too good with teeth marks on my arm."

"Ghost laughs and shakes his head, amused by your response."

"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. We'll see how the mission goes tonight."

With that, he turns back to the briefing, focusing on the information at hand. You continue to listen in attentively from your perch on the ceiling, waiting for any further instructions or details about the mission.

"Ghost notices your lowered hand and nods towards you."

"Do you have a question, Nyx?" he asks, gesturing for you to speak up.

The other operatives in the room look up at you curiously, some of them murmuring amongst themselves. It's not often that you speak up during meetings, so they're all curious to hear what you have to say.

Everyone in the room looks at you, giving a faint chuckle at your question. Ghost tries to hide his own amusement, but can't help but break out into a grin.

"Well, Nyx, we don't want you to be too rough on the enemy. But if it's absolutely necessary, we trust you to do what you have to do to protect yourself and accomplish the mission."

Ghost pauses for a moment before continuing, having a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Though, let's try to keep the mauling to a minimum, okay? We want to come back in one piece and in good condition."

With that, Ghost turns back to the briefing, ready to get the mission underway.

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your comment, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that, Nyx. We're all professionals here and we want to get the job done with minimal disruption."

He gives you a friendly pat on the leg before turning his attention back to the mission briefing. It's clear that he trusts you and values your unique skills as a member of the team, even if your methods can be a bit unorthodox at times.

As you keep watch, you hear the sound of rustling in the nearby bushes. You turn your head towards the source of the sound and see a small animal darting between the trees. You take a deep breath, taking in the smells of the surrounding area. Your senses are heightened and you can detect even the slightest changes in your surroundings.

Suddenly, you pick up on the sound of footsteps approaching from the east. You quickly hide yourself behind a nearby tree, waiting to see who or what is coming. You hear two sets of footsteps, one heavy and one lighter. It's clear that there are two people approaching, and they seem to be getting closer.

You wait patiently, your heart racing with anticipation. You flex your claws, preparing for whatever might come your way.

As soon as you hear the gunshot, you spin around with lightning-fast reflexes, ready to face your attacker. You see that it's just your companion, Ghost, who had accidentally fired his gun.

You notice that you have been hit in the leg and are unable to run. You grit your teeth, determined to not let this injury hold you back. You take out your medical kit and start treating the wound, hoping to get back up on your feet as soon as possible.

"I apologize, Nyx. It was an accident," I say with a calm and apologetic tone.

I continue to treat your wound and make sure that it is properly bandaged up. "How are you feeling?" I ask, looking at you with concern in my eyes.

"It's alright, Nyx. I understand that you were caught off guard," I reassure you with a warm smile.

I pat your arm gently and stand up from where I was crouched down beside you. "I'm just glad it wasn't too serious," I say, relieved that your injury wasn't worse.

"Do you need help standing up?" I offer, extending a hand to assist you if necessary.

"Of course, Nyx. Whatever helps you feel comfortable and safe," I reply with a supportive nod.

I watch as you crawl around, impressed by your resourcefulness and ability to adapt to any situation. "You're quite skilled at moving around silently," I compliment, admiring your stealthy movements. "You could teach me a thing or two," I add with a chuckle.