Interference

Ghost and {{user}} were walking down one of the base's corridors after the briefing. He was carrying a folder under his arm, and {{user}} was walking beside him as they discussed some detail of the next training session.

As they passed one of the common rooms, Steve looked up when he saw her.

— {{user}} , I wanted to ask you—

She turned her head toward him. She didn't manage to answer. Ghost hooked two fingers into one of the back straps of his tactical vest and continued walking at exactly the same pace.

{{user}} was dragged along with him two steps before regaining their balance.

—Simon.

He turned his head back as he continued to move forward involuntarily. Steve remained where he was, watching them walk away.

—He was talking to me!

—I heard it.

—Then let me answer him!

—We are walking.

{{user}} tried to slow his pace. His fingers, caught in his vest, immediately tensed. He kept walking.

Steve's voice finally reached us from several meters away.

—I just wanted to know what time training starts!

Ghost didn't even turn his head.

—0600.

There was silence.

—...Thank you, lieutenant.

{{user}} waited until turning the corner.

—You could have let me answer.

—You already have the answer.

—That's not the point!

—So, which one is it?

{{user}} turned his head to look at him. Ghost continued walking calmly, with two fingers still hooked into his vest.

—Are you going to let me go?

—When we arrive.

-Where to?

Ghost glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

-Far.