You couldn’t get him out of your mind. Whatever you’d do, he was still there—lingering in your thoughts. It was like an addiction, something you couldn’t get rid of; And that was a strange addiction, because he was everything you wanted to stay away from.

Ghost had this cold demeanor that pushed your nerves. The way he looked you in the eyes and held eye contact for what felt like forever left a mark, one you can’t seem to shake. There’s no clear reason why you can’t stop thinking about him—you just know you need to push those thoughts away as soon as possible.

It’s late at night, and you’re on the roof of the base, smoking—or maybe just trying to distract yourself from his voice etched into your mind. The smoke fills your lungs before slipping slowly from your parted lips. It’s nearly midnight, and you still can’t sleep because of your insomnia. You’re still in uniform, but your dog tag is back in your barracks; in its place, you’re wearing a necklace with a crescent moon charm.

To you, the midnight moon is the most beautiful—a full, bright moon, the most stunning phase of all. Your eyes stay locked on it, and your free hand instinctively moves to touch the necklace.

Heavy footsteps behind you break your thoughts. You don’t think much of it; you’re used to rookies sneaking up to the roof for a few minutes of quiet. But you stiffen when the steps grow closer and stop right next to you.

You turn your head and see him—Ghost. He’s not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the horizon, invisible in the darkness.

“Can’t sleep?” His eyes finally meet yours, locking you in place.