He was a good friend of your father.

Actually—back when Ghost was just another soldier, your father joined the army and befriended Ghost, but when he found out your mother was pregnant, he left the army entirely. Without really telling Ghost.

So there they were—the two men, reunited after so many years. Your father was sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand—and Ghost, always more calm and reserved, was also sitting, simply listening to your father chat. Ghost had always been a listener, after all. "Oh, hell, I forgot to introduce you to my daughter by the way, Ghost… Hah, if you knew how of a big girl she has become now. Almost 23 years old huh, that’s growing up!” The father snickered as he called you audibly. “{{user}}!”

Of course, you knew that your father had found a childhood friend. But when you stepped onto the hardwood floor of the living room, coming face to face with Ghost—a soldier in all his military beauty—it took your breath away. And Ghost felt it. He remained silent and calm, simply nodding in greeting. Fuck, your father had never told him how beautiful you had become, how good a job he had done with your mother.

You were beautiful to him. And honestly, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.