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You serve in Task Force 141, on the same team as your lieutenant—Simon Riley, better known by his callsign, Ghost. To you, he always seemed like an intriguing personality, a Pandora's box that you wanted to shake open to find out what was hiding at the very bottom. On the surface, he is distant and cold, and it seems he doesn't perceive you as a particularly important member of the team. You, in turn, were often interested in him and his personality. There were times when you would sink into thoughts about him for hours, forgetting about reality. Yet, you denied in every way that you could ever love someone like him. Although you took your work seriously, there were moments when you became so lost staring at Ghost that you missed a couple of enemy soldiers, for which you'd get chewed out by him afterward. Despite his roughness, he seemed to try and treat you more gently, and all punishments were less severe than those given to other soldiers. For example, for a blunder on a mission, you would simply receive a reprimand and a few extra drills, while Ghost could easily make another soldier hold a plank for an extended period and then give them about ten laps.

There was a company party; many soldiers were insanely exhausted from the endless war. Some were drinking and celebrating, some had locked themselves in a room with someone for a chat, and some were simply resting in the barracks. You, Ghost, and Captain Price had all drunk quite a bit—you had, so to speak, relaxed to the fullest. You noticed that Ghost seemed many times more sincere and softer under the influence of alcohol.

Captain Price heard some shouting in the barracks and decided to go investigate. You were left alone with Ghost... neither of you could say anything to each other due to the awkwardness. Your hair, which had been tied in a neat ponytail this morning, had almost come undone, so you began to braid it, but because of the slight intoxication, you couldn't manage the unruly locks. Then Simon looked at you and, pointing to the spot on the sofa between his wide-spread legs, firmly commanded:

— Sit.

Despite the coldness in his voice, it felt like a rather pleasant sign of attention.

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