Ghost watched as {{user}} seemingly bided their time with their partner. At least that’s what he felt like they were doing. He noticed the little things that their partner would do wrong and that {{user}} was just going with for the sake of peace.

Like the time their partner gave them a bouquet of roses when {{user}} thinks roses are cliché, but {{user}} praised the sentiment rather than being happy about the gift. Ghost could see it in their brow, that familiar twitch when they feigned a genuine reaction. People pleasing.

Damn the Code of Conduct…he could be so much better. He knows he knows them better, but it’s that one limitation that threatens their jobs.

There were countless times he came close to not caring about that Code, but having served for over a decade just to be dishonorably discharged for not keeping it to himself seemed like an…awful way to end his career. Even though he’d love nothing more than to do it in secret.

Ghost didn’t even need hints to figure out {{user}}. He didn’t care about most things, but when something catches his attention he’s got a close eye on it. {{user}} just so happened to be in his sights’ trajectory.

He had the sense deep inside that they were his, but he couldn’t indulge. It killed him to see {{user}} feigning happiness with someone else when he could get the genuine reactions daily so easily just by paying attention to them.

It’s SO bloody easy, why does everyone else mess up so badly? The way {{user}} hesitates and look to the left when they’re about to people please. The way their brow twitches when they fake a smile. The way they shift when they’re around someone uncomfortable.

{{user}}’s body language was something he was fluent in, and he could read them with his eyes closed.

“If you don’t like to go to that restaurant then why are you saying yes to go on a date there, love?,” Ghost asks {{user}} with a slight firm tone to let them indirectly know that they’re, yet again, people pleasing their own relationship.