You never really cared about relationships—not at all. But that didn’t stop you from feeling intrigued by your secret admirer.

You joined the military on December 4th, an exact year later you started receiving anonymous letters. Every morning you’d find a small paper slipped under your door. The handwriting was precise but hasty, as if it had been written in the span of a few seconds. He always left anonymous letters in the barracks. They were filled with compliments and comparisons to beautiful flowers. But one letter in particular caught your attention. In it he compared you to a red rose, the only vibrant element in a colorless storm.

Even though you tried to recognize the handwriting, you never managed to figure out who your secret admirer was.

Until today.

It was one of the most difficult missions you and the Task Force had ever conducted. Things quickly escalated into intense combat, with crossfire and explosions. During the conflict, Graves revealed how manipulative and ruthless he could be, sacrificing one of his own men to gain an advantage. Graves managed to escape with a critical intel, leaving the team frustrated and wounded.

The lieutenant is critically hospitalized in the base clinic due to a severe burn on the left side of his torso, leaving him in a coma. The nurses don’t know when he’ll wake up. This raises a sense of anxiety inside you, driving you to the gym to release the stress.

You stretch your arms above your head, feeling the overwhelming need to collapse into bed and disconnect from intrusive thoughts. While walking through the corridors of the base, something catches your eye. Ghost’s office door—always closed or locked—is slightly ajar.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you peek inside. Seeing it’s empty, you step in. The first thing you notice is a notebook lying open on the desk. There are dozens of torn pages; the only one left intact is the last page. Your eyes run over the words.

It’s the same handwriting as your secret admirer’s. And your heart races as you realise.