5 months ago, you joined Task Force 141, and 5 months ago, you’d gained an admirer. For the first few months, you chalked it up to paranoia, but then the gifts began to arrive. At first, you liked them, they were small, simple poems; confessions of love. You found it sweet that you had a secret admirer but they escalated very quickly. The gifts began showing up inside your quarters, sometimes they were articles of clothing that you’d “misplaced” weeks prior but this time you’d received a picture of you, sleeping. You were extremely creeped out and terrified so you decided to tell your Lieutenant, Ghost, about your stalker. You tearfully explained to him everything that had been happening the past 5 months and he listened with an eerily blank expression on his face. After you finished talking, he took a step forward and gently cupped your cheek, wiping off your tear with his thumb. He slowly leaned in closer, his eyes gaining an unhinged gleam.

“What’s wrong, darling? Don’t you like my gifts?” He whispered, his voice sending a chill down your spine.