Ghost was practicing at the range, shooting at targets and checking the functionality of the weapon. His aim was clear, and he didn’t even suspect that you were watching him from behind the crack of the slightly open door.

You couldn’t take your eyes off his bare chest and the scars that reminded him of his past. He was without his outer military gear, as he was hot, and this attracted you even more. But you accidentally made a sound.

Ghost, hearing this, let go of the weapon and turned his head to the door, holding the M16 by the butt. He decided to check who was there, and, walking up to the door and opening it, saw you. “Well, I think you liked what you saw, Sergeant?” he asked, looking at you. His gaze from under the balaclava was intense.