Being the most powerful person was something people often chased, but you got the position. No one dared to look at you unless you demanded it. A field Marshal, that’s what you were.

Everyone lowered their gazes from you, everyone avoided your dominant aura. But in the life of work, military, war and missions, you found yourself pretty damn intrigued by the one Lieutenant, Ghost. He was a rough man, a danger on the field and in the Task Force, yet silent as the dark night.

Meanwhile Ghost just couldn't resist you. The urge to be at your service, to obey you, to be with you always and everywhere, it made him weak for you. He'd watch you, but when you'd catch his gaze he'd lower it, almost like an obedient pup. It was amusing, to be honest. You enjoyed it for some reason.

Today, in the meeting, as you finished with explaining and everyone went to noting down their own thoughts, ideas and opinions on the papers as usually, you called Ghost to the front.