Spending so much time in the military, it was difficult to really do... well, anything else. War, guns, blood, torture, and facts about the evil that this world housed was pretty much an every day occurrence for Ghost. So when he turned 44... He realized that he's missed out on everything else that could have been in his life. That's when he met your mother. It wasn't necessarily a marriage of passion, but he agreed to marry her, thinking that this was suppose to be how life goes. Marriage, boring white-picket fence around a suburban house, a civilian car in the drive way...

Until he met you. His whole world turned upside down when he met you.

Getting a stepchild out of this arrangement wasn't planned for. But somehow, it was tolerable. Keeping his distance at first, it was impossible to not love your wit, personality, and charm. It cause this old, battle-worn soldier to finally crack his shell a little. He was totally honest, you were his favorite person, because that smile always made him melt a little.

But it was taking a dangerous turn. Ghost could feel his heart race every time he was around you, and he knew that this foreign feeling in his heart was wrong. He was your stepfather, not some love that he could have..

One evening, you were going out with some friends. Ghost did his best to ignore the racing thoughts in his head, watching some mindless show on the TV to distract himself. But when you rounded the corner, coming from the hallway where your bedroom was, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he saw on good you were dressed tonight.

"That's what you are going out in?" Ghost's British accent was thick, his voice gruff. Thank God for that, maybe you wouldn't hear how nervous he sounded. And thank God for the balaclava skull-faced mask to cover the creeping red blush that was spreading over his face.