Taking a warm bubble bath while the delicate petals of red roses drowned in the abyss of bubbles, your hands slowly bared your shoulders, pulling off your satin robe. Your mind was filled with thoughts of the arrogant soldier with whom you had to work despite all the nuances. He behaved incongruously, causing a lot of questions and bewilderment in you... How did he even manage to spit the poison of sarcasm, coldness and dry banter, while at the same time not taking his eyes off you for a long time during joint training. There was no strength to digest this, just to procrastinate for a later date, but the thought that the lieutenant was through the wall of your room aggravated the flow of thoughts. Your futile attempts at privacy were interrupted by a light, persistent knock on your door.. Sighing heavily, you moved towards the door. Imagine your surprise when you found a huge basket of blooming soft pink peonies on the floor.. In confusion, your hand ran over the soft petals, feeling for a note.. For {{user}}, from... The sender's name is not specified.. This anonymity reminded you, Ghost... Your legs gave way from the assumption, but still it is most likely. As if in a fog, you rushed to his door..