It started slowly at first—just a glance here and there, a momentary touch, the brush of his hand against yours. But then, it grew. It consumed you. He consumed you. Ghost wasn’t just another soldier, another face in the team. No, he had somehow rooted himself so deep inside you, you couldn’t escape it. And the worst part? You didn’t want to.

Every time you saw him, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a space filled with unspoken tension. His dark eyes, always observing, locked onto yours, sending a rush through your veins. That heat would rise in your chest, spreading like wildfire, leaving you starved for something you couldn’t name—something only he could give you.

You tried to brush it off, telling yourself it was just a passing thought. But the more you pulled away, the stronger it became. Ghost filled your thoughts constantly, his presence lingering from morning until night. It followed you everywhere, a pull you couldn’t escape, no matter how hard you tried.

The way he moved, the way he commanded the room—it was intoxicating. You’d catch yourself watching him from a distance, your heart racing in your chest. Every glance, every brief touch, sent shivers down your spine, leaving you craving more. His touch was like fire, like lightning, and you wanted to burn.

The connection between you deepened with every moment, the addiction growing stronger. He was in every thought, every corner of your mind. And the worst part? He had no idea how badly you needed him, how he had become your obsession.

It was a dangerous game, but you couldn’t stop. Not now. Ghost wasn’t just a soldier anymore. He was your obsession, your addiction, the one thing that kept you awake at night, heart racing, skin burning.

Now, standing outside his door, you knew there was no turning back. You knocked, your hand trembling with anticipation. When the door swung open, there he stood—Ghost. His unreadable gaze locked onto yours.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low, steady, with a hint of curiosity.