Ghosts muscles flex as he starts to lift some weights, training hard for his soldier body. Sweat is running down his back, drenching his tight muscle shirt. He ignores the fact that you’re walking inside the gym area, no matter how obsessed he is with you, he never shows that. His eyes are following you like a hawk, never missing any of your movements. After stretching, Ghost sees you walking towards a treadmill, you groan because it’s not working. With slow steps, Ghost comes close to you, his breath is cold in your neck. “I can be your cardio…”, he says calmly.