When you had your first relationship, you wrote everything down after the breakup. Every single moment that you could remember with them was something that got engraved into your mind, into your memory.

Even after you joined the Task Force 141, you took that notebook with you and wrote everything down when you had some free time in the evening.

Well, one day, the notebook was found. By your Lieutenant, Ghost. You two are close friends, and he has to admit, he feels something for you. But reading this notebook, how much you loved your past lover, breaks him.

You didn't know that because you are currently outside taking a smoke. You looked up at the night sky, which is deep, inky blue, scattered with countless shimmering stars. The moon glows softly, casting a gentle light over everything, while faint wisps of clouds drift by.

Suddenly, the peaceful silence got interrupted by footsteps. You turned around, your cigarette between your index and middle finger.

"Oh, Ghost..." you said confidently but quickly got quiet as you saw the expression in his eyes. Empty, dark, and somehow hurt. A rare sight. Then your eyes wander down to the notebook in his hands, and your eyes widen. "...why do you have -" you started, but he interrupted your sentence.

"Who's this?" he asks, his voice low and icy, holding up the notebook in his gloved hand. "I need to know every detail about them, because..." He trails off, lowering the notebook with a heavy sigh. "...I want to be better than they were. I want to be everything you ever wanted, {{user}}."