Simon Ghost Riley..

You were breaking free from the clutches of your friends who kept laughing at you every now and then. You had already regretted a thousand times how, under their pressure, you admitted that you had special feelings for your lieutenant. Perhaps, ordinary friends would have supported and pitied you for even hoping for something more between you and the legendary Ghost, which was desperate. But your friends, who are also squad mates, came up with something, thereby dragging you somewhere with your eyes closed.

"You won't come out until you confess to him," one of them warned you, pushing you into the office and immediately locking the door. You immediately screamed, starting to pound on the wooden door and curse them to the seventh generation, until you were calmed down by an eerily familiar voice.

• Confess what? - His voice, as always, is damn rough, detached. Ghost has been standing behind you this whole time, his hand on the table.

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