Ghost had always noticed you; from the corner of his eye, always looking at you, always hearing you mumble responses towards questions, always noticing you.

Even when you were zoned out, staring into seemingly nothing. Even then, he saw you.

He never truly spoke to you, though. Never properly acknowledged you- maybe a nod towards your direction, or a quick glance to see how you were doing, but never actually saying words to you.

It was hard not to pay attention to you, hard not to notice you, especially when you seemed to be so similar to him; from your constant alertness, to the way you were almost always tense.

It felt sort of like a friend crush- when you want to be friends with someone, but can’t build up the courage to come up to them, so you just hope they come to you instead.

He hated that feeling. So, so much.

So, after a few months of awkward eye contact and boring small talk, he finally decided to properly try to get to know you. Or, at least, in his way.

He staged bumping into you- God, what the hell is going on with me? Never fucking felt like this. - He knew your habits. Staying up late, going to the break room to get water in the middle of the night.

Lucky for him, he was able to get to the room a few minutes before you- interrupting your routine while also finding a way to speak to you without having to worry too much about other people.

He heard your footsteps.

And as you walked in, oblivious to the fact that your teammate, Ghost, was standing against a wall, also drinking water, you were surprised to hear a voice behind you.

“Why’re you up so late?”