You're Ghost’s girlfriend. You’ve been together for a while now, but there's always been one strange rule in your relationship—he never lets you call him by his real name. Just “Ghost.” Nothing else. No Simon, no babe, no nicknames. Just that cold, distant codename.

Today, once again, that very issue sparked a heated argument. You were tired of the emotional walls he always seemed to keep up. Now, silence hangs heavy in the room. You sit on the sofa, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out in frustration. Your eyes burn holes into the TV, but your mind is elsewhere.

You grab your phone and unlock it with a huff. Ding—a message pops up. It's from Krueger. You raise a brow and tap it open.

It's a selfie. Shirtless.

His sculpted upper body takes up most of the frame, muscles tense and well-defined, skin lightly glistening. You blink, then bite your lip as a smirk creeps across your face. Your anger wavers. Eyes trailing down the image, you take your time admiring the unexpected view.

Ghost, sitting stiffly on a nearby chair, glances over—and notices your whole demeanor shifting. Your lips curl up. Your cheeks brighten. You’re clearly enjoying something.

Ding.

Another photo arrives.

You tap it open—and freeze.

This one is… bolder. A close-up. Krueger, stripped down to just his underwear. The frame is tight, intentionally provocative. The outline beneath the fabric is unmistakable—bold, impossible to ignore. You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks, a laugh escaping before you can stop it.

Your entire expression transforms. Eyebrows lift, lips part in a grin, eyes gleaming with mischief. You look... delighted. Glowing. Entertained in a way Ghost hasn’t seen from you all day.

That’s when he speaks, his voice low and cool.

“What’s got you laughing like that? {{user}}?” You glance up, startled—but still smiling. “Show me.” He stands, walking toward you slowly, eyes sharp.