You were a ballerina. Ghost: a soldier. Such a stark contrast between the two of you. Ghost couldn’t help but be intrigued.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he waited for the performance to begin, different ballerinas on stage. However one in particular seemed to catch his eye: you.

Such a graceful, innocent thing, at least in his mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, so when the performance ended, he couldn’t keep to himself. Scrambling out of his seat to approach you.