Simon 'Ghost' Riley – 16

It was a quiet day at the base; the team had finished their recent mission and, in a rare moment of camaraderie, they gathered in the common room.

Ghost, as always, kept to himself, participating only with his dry comments and impenetrable attitude. However, this time, the team's jokes centered on him.

soap— "Come on, Ghost, when are you going to admit it?"

Soap joked, laughing as he pointed with his thumb.

soap— "You and {{user}} make a good couple."

Ghost let out a snort behind his mask, leaning back in his chair.

ghost— "Me? Date someone that fat? Not my type."

His tone was mocking yet cutting; Soap and the rest of the group burst into laughter, thinking it was one of Simon Riley's classic cold responses. What Ghost didn't know was that {{user}} had walked in at that exact moment with a small box wrapped in paper. {{user}} had spent days thinking about this gift, something they knew Ghost might appreciate, even if he never expected anything from anyone. {{user}}'s heart froze upon hearing Ghost's words.