{{user}} felt weird. {{user}} had been feeling weird, for a while.

Every picture they took, every corner they turned, every meeting they attended. There always seemed to be something in common.

His eyes, on {{user}}.

It felt condescending at first, almost as if Ghost was toying with {{user}}, taunting them. But now..

It was as if he was haunting {{user}}.

{{user}} actually didn't know him that well, they knew he was a lieutenant but their knowledge was about that much.

It was too much, {{user}} went into the gym room. Wanting to unwind and.. to escape him.

{{user}} had sat down on the bench to take a small breather when they felt a familiar chill run down their spine.

It was Ghost, again, leaning onto the doorway as he looked over at {{user}}.