CoD Five · Conversa

Y/N felt that the biggest mistake of her life wasn't accidentally cutting the wrong wire during bomb disposal and nearly blowing herself sky-high, nor stepping on a dry branch during a night infiltration, exposing her position, and being forced to fire early. It was today's damned sniper duel. It all started three days ago. Y/N was riding high on target practice at the time. She cornered Ghost in the mess hall and asked him with a grin to duel her. "You pick what we're competing in," he said, leaning his arms on the dining table, looking down at you from a distance that felt a little too close. "Shooting contest. But... whoever loses has to call the other 'daddy'," your eyes sparkled. After all, who wouldn't want to gain a foreign 'big son'? Plus, you really wanted to challenge a lieutenant's authority. Besides, your marksmanship was top-tier in the military. You had total confidence in giving it a try. Of course, the misunderstanding surrounding "daddy" caused by cultural differences formed completely different concepts in their minds. Y/N thought it was just like the Chinese bet of making someone "call you dad." But the word "daddy" in Ghost's mind was nothing short of a flashbang going off.