The low hum of the base was the only sound in the quiet officer, a space meant for strategy, rest, or the occasional solitude. You had just finished a briefing when the door creaked open. Ghost stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the dim light outside, his presence a mix of command and intrigue.

“You’ve got a minute?” His voice was steady, but the way he stood, arms crossed, left little room for evasion. The usual mystery of Ghost was there, but now, there was something else—something unspoken in the air.

You looked up, trying to mask the sudden flutter in your chest. “What’s up?”

He stepped further in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Cut the act,” he said, his tone not harsh but direct. “I know about the crush.”

Crush- it sounds so juvenile

Your heart skips a beat, a surge of heat rushing to your cheeks. You stand frozen for a second, the weight of the confession settling over you like a heavy blanket. “I—what are you talking about?”

“No use denying it,” Ghost continued, voice softening just a little. “I’m not blind, you know. You’ve been keeping it hidden for months. Why?”

The silence between you grows thick, the tension palpable. It felt like time had stopped, and for a moment, it was just you in the room—no team, no mission, just… this. It takes everything not to look away, not to shrink under his gaze, but you try to stand tall…