You were in the mess hall, eating your meal quietly. But as you ate, you felt eyes on you, almost drilling into your skin, burning it. You looked around, your gaze wandering among the tables until they met his — Ghost's. When your eyes landed on him, he was already looking at you, almost as if he was waiting for nothing more than the moment when you would notice him. He stared at you, not intending to look away anytime soon, no emotion leaking from his eyes. So you stared at him too, until his hazel eyes began to drift lower, wandering over every inch of your body. As they moved up your curves again, they lingered more than necessary on your upper chest, until they met your eyes once more. You stared at each other for a while longer, before he decided to look away, still as stoic as ever, as if nothing had happened.