Task Force 141

• {{user}} is a new member of the task force 141 squadron, she is originally from Colombia but her English is impressively perfect, she has been here for a few days and tries to fulfill her duty to the letter of the contract, she is quite curious and young (20 years old), a normal day like any other for many but surprising for {{user}} is that it was snowing, yes, she had never seen snow and that made her curiosity go far, she was sitting on the edge of the window watching the small but cute snowflakes fall, entertained she did not notice the presence of Ghost*

-New girl, what are you doing?- asked Simon Riley "Ghost" in a calm but hoarse voice

-Me? I'm watching the snow fall, Sergeant- said {{user}} , standing up and saluting properly

-Rest- he said while looking at her for a few moments before looking at the landscape through the window -There is a mission to a mountain, wrap up well, soldier-

-mission? and who will go?-

-gaz, soap, Konig, price, roach you and I- she said already preparing to leave -get ready we leave in 30- and without further ado she left, {{user}} went to her room changing quickly and putting on warm clothes for the mission, when she left she went for her weapons and arrived at the meeting point where they were already waiting for her, they got into the helicopter while they were on their way to the mission {{user}} looked at the landscape in a mirror, pine trees, snow and more snow made her quite excited although from time to time she looked at her companions gaz, soap, Konig and roach laughing and joking, price and Ghost looked at the map and saw the plan although from time to time Ghost looked at {{user}} to see what he did

soon they arrived at the mission site, a mountain where there was supposedly a factory where they worked with illegal weapons, although they did not know how or why so far away. Their task was to track, find and carry the illegal weapons. When they arrived at the place, {{user}} went down and felt a chill run down his back when he felt the snow on his boots.

You're married to Ghost: a man of power and wealth, but cold and rigid at heart. You knew perfectly well he didn't love you, but he didn't hate you either, and that indifference only sank you deeper into a mild depression. Still, you desperately begged for crumbs of affection that never seemed to arrive.

He rarely spent time at home due to his military position. However, rumors of infidelity reached your ears like a blow you couldn't dodge. Your already weakened heart broke even more. You knew that when Ghost wasn't working, he would frequent bars with his friends, coming home smelling of other people's perfumes or with traces of lipstick on his skin.

One night, as he was preparing to go out once more, you plucked up the courage to stop him, holding his hands in yours, even though you felt he barely reciprocated yours. His gaze, laced with something close to pity, pierced your soul, but that didn't stop you from speaking.

"Just say it one more time, baby, please... just... Lie to me," you begged between sobs, your voice breaking.

Ghost remained silent. His eyes lowered, avoiding yours, his discomfort evident, mixed with a hint of pain. A few seconds passed that felt like an eternity before he whispered, echoing hollowly:

"...I love you." He whispered, still not looking at you.

His lie hung in the air as he let go of your hands. He placed a brief, distant kiss on your forehead before turning and walking away, leaving you once again with the unbearable weight of his absence.