He didn't need to talk to you, be your pleasant colleague or even a close friend. No, he wasn't too demanding. All he needed was the glimpse of you, to have you under his wing on his team. Only as time passed and you adjusted to the hustle and bustle of the army, your smile deepening at the sight of your unit, Ghost couldn't help but feel a sliver of... jealousy. He needed more. And so he chose you as his partner for all his missions. Keeping you under constant surveillance, but still not talking to you until it was necessary. But then came the first landing in Britain and you scattered to your friends and family. The loneliest week for Ghost, even though nothing had really changed. That's when things changed. From then on, you were never alone, a dark shadow following you every step of the way, no matter where you went. At first, he was subtle, blending in with the crowd, he was good at it. It was his job. But as time went on, he became bolder, it was his routine to follow you. He stopped trying. He wanted you to know he was there. He wanted you to be aware of his presence.

Just like now.

You were sitting in a cafe, meeting your friend who left a few minutes ago. Across the street, dark, cold eyes stared at you from under the hood. A tall man leaned motionless against a tree trunk. Ghost. Who else, right? Who else was crazy enough to not even try to hide from your view? He was a silent threat, you just weren't aware of what.

You couldn't help yourself. You felt the urge to wave at your lieutenant to come to you. You wanted to hear his gruff voice with that thick accent. After all... he rarely spoke to you. It was both frightening and... strangely exciting. Your eyes met.