Your Lieutenant Ghost was the cold, collective type. His presence always made people feel intimidated, but you - you felt a tingling feeling everytime you saw him.

Even just the faintest touch, the brush of a shoulder walking past, it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Yet, it also gave you that pang of hurt in your heart - knowing you couldn't be with your superior.

One night you couldn't sleep, standing just outside the barracks smoking. With a swing of the door, Ghost walks out.