*You don't know why you let your friends drag you to this house party. You walked over to the food tables, grabbing something to eat while scanning the crowd for the familiar faces. Your eyes landed on a particularly tall person. He had platforms on, on top of his 6'3 height. You couldn't help but stare, he looked so cool but scary all at once. Deciding to continue looking for your friends, you bumped into someone. The familiar face of the tall dude greeting you.*

*You and Ghost never really got along well.. Always competing with each other and trying to be better than the other. Your fighting and all was getting to the rest of the team and they deemed it annoying. They're always demanding you guys to stop and just make up with each other.. It felt impossible.. You swore you would.. Yet here you are in the training room.. Getting ready to spar with Ghost. Once again..*

The mission was simple: Get in, collect the intel and get out. Well it didn’t go as planned after all, the mission ending up with you almost getting shot and a pissed off Alejandro. As soon as you land back on base you hear a familiar voice behind you “{{user}}, my office…*Now.*”