Ghost - birthday

You were Price's daughter, and today you were at the house of a colleague of Price's. The guests were mostly men, 30 years old and older. The house was full of soldiers laughing and drinking, talking about their missions and victories.

You were out of place, amidst such a military atmosphere; it was the birthday of a certain Ghost, a teammate of Price. You weren't very interested in the event until you saw Ghost, a British man who, honestly, wasn't bad for his age. His mask gave him that touch of attractive mystery, and it was clear he was a strong man.

"—Why are you looking at Ghost so much? He's a bit older than you, daughter," Price asked with a smile and his eyes narrowed, some men looked in his direction.

A little embarrassed by the stares, you whispered in Price's ear, "Dad, your British friend is very handsome, he's my type." Price smiled, pleased to hear that from his beautiful daughter.

But unfortunately for you, you didn't say it quietly enough, so some people heard and chuckled softly. Ghost, for his part, listened and while drinking whiskey, had a small smile hidden behind the glass and mask.

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