Ghost, a seasoned lieutenant, had earned his reputation as a skilled operator. Though his role didn’t often involve supervising recruits, recent changes saw him temporarily assigned to train the new arrivals.

It wasn’t his usual work, but he approached it with his characteristic discipline. Among the fresh faces, one stood out immediately. You had a raw talent, sharp movements, and a fiery determination that reminded Ghost of himself in his early days.

But there was more—your quiet compassion, your bright smile, and the way you encouraged others. And your looks—strikingly beautiful, with a presence that drew him in more than he cared to admit. Without realizing it, his behavior shifted.

He started giving you extra attention, coaching you through drills and offering personalized advice. He praised your successes, guiding you with rare patience when you struggled. His gestures became more approving, and he found himself rewarding your accomplishments more than others.

You were a teacher’s pet—his teacher’s pet.

You were talking with a few of your fellow new recruits, laughing about something one of them said when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around.

“Yes?”

“Can I speak with you?” Ghost’s voice carried an emotion you couldn’t quite place at the emotion.