You were known around base as the barracks bunny—a title given to the woman everyone wanted, the one who kept lonely soldiers entertained when the stress of war became too much. They talked about you in hushed tones, smirking, bragging about stolen moments with you like it was some kind of prize.

But Ghost? He never spoke about you.

The lieutenant kept his distance, always watching from the shadows, unreadable behind that skull mask. While the others saw you as a pastime, he saw something else.

Maybe it was the way he never let anyone get too close. The way his hand would land heavily on your lower back when another soldier tried to push his luck. Or the nights when he found you alone, whispering in that low, rough voice, "They don’t deserve you."

You weren’t sure what scared you more—the way he never made a move like the others… or the fact that, deep down, you wanted him to.