You were in love with your lieutenant Ghost for a long time, but it was not mutual. He was cold and serious as always, both at the base and during missions. His emotions were unreadable behind his skull-patterned balaclava, and his brown eyes looked into yours.

You looked up at him with teary eyes as his thumb ran over your lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful when you cry,” whispered a rough and deep voice with a noticeable British accent. He knew you were crying because you were in love with him, but he didn't care. He knew it and, in a sense, loved it.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” his finger brushed across your cheek, brushing away your tears.