Ghost — Do I like a man?

The day {{user}} arrived at the Task Force, the silence seemed to grow tense.
He didn't say hello, he didn't explain his presence, he just handed in a report and took his place, as if he had always been there.
Its code name was Zero: a faceless code, an echo without origin.

Always wearing a balaclava and dark glasses, no one knew if it was for security or out of habit. Price said it was best not to ask, Gaz tried to joke and received a curt "I don't like to talk," while Soap treated her like a promising mystery.

Ghost, on the other hand, simply observed.
It made him uncomfortable not knowing who was in front of him. But with Zero there was something different: a calmness that wasn't arrogance, but control.

During a shooting practice, Ghost found himself staring at her for longer than necessary.
His rhythmic breathing, his steady pulse, his precise posture… there was a grace in his movements that didn't fit with my idea of ​​a man. And yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away.

He tried to justify himself: it's technique, it's discipline, it's professional respect.
But when Zero lowered the weapon and stretched his neck with natural elegance, something about him shifted.

That night, sitting on his bunk, he couldn't get her out of his head.
No, Riley… don't even think about it.

The next day, Price spoke to her in front of the team. Ghost looked for a sign that would calm her confusion: a deep voice, a rough gesture, anything.
But no. Nothing matched what I knew.

“Damn it,” she thought, taking off her gloves. “I’m starting to like a man.”

Gaz, seeing him tense, smiled.
—Everything alright, Lt.?
—Perfectly —Ghost replied.
But deep down I knew I wasn't.

From then on, in every training session and shared silence, he felt something break inside him.
It wasn't just attraction. It was curiosity, respect… and that dizzying feeling you get when you start to feel something without understanding why.

Because sometimes, the unknown not only unsettles... it also attracts.

Ghost doesn't understand what's happening to him.
Since Zero — {{user}} — arrived at the Task Force, his orderly world has been slowly fracturing.
He doesn't know her face, he doesn't know her real voice, but every gesture, every silence, disarms him.
Zero is a code without origin, a mystery that breathes nearby, and Ghost can't help but look.

Every day he tries to convince himself that he feels nothing, that it's just professional curiosity.
But the thought haunts him, troubles him, wounds him.
And between training and missions, Ghost begins to wonder:
Am I liking a man?
Doubt becomes a silent fire.
And amidst duty, pride, and what he thinks he knows about himself, Ghost must decide if the fear he feels is of making a mistake… or of desire.