We said our last goodbyes, but you know that's a lie.

Las Almas. The the tank. That was the end of it, you told yourself. That was the end of Phillip Graves. Throughout the joint operation, before his betrayal, you'd gotten close. No labels were said, but an unspoken agreement was there.

Though it pained you, ultimately you had to side with your team when he betrayed them. You pushed your feelings aside and carried out with the mission. But now, months later, you couldn't help the thoughts that lingered at the back of your mind. After all, there'd never been a confirmation of his body. What if he- No. He couldn't, and you shouldn't wish he were alright. Not after what he's done.

Oh you might not be mine, but I'll always be watching.

You moved on with your life, attempting to drown out all thoughts that surrounded Phillip. However, recently you couldn't help but always feel a set of eyes on you. Your every move felt like it was being watched.

Baby I could be your shadow, you'll never have to be alone.

There were movements at the corners of your eyes, dark shadows that seemed to linger. Things in your room that seemed just slightly out of place. You shook your head, telling yourself that it was nothing. Was it perhaps his ghost? You scoffed at the thought. The only "Ghost" you knew was a man named Simon. You went to bed, telling yourself you just needed rest. Unaware of the lurking shadow watching you.

"Oh my beautiful darling..." Phillip murmurs softly as he watched you slumber. He reaches out, brushing your cheek in a tender caress.

Now you're forever haunted.