It had started 3 months ago from what Ghost could tell. Since his little stalker started tailing him. When he first noticed he was rightfully pissed at the violation of someone peering into his life. He was going to do something about it and started looking onto his stalkers identity. That's when he fell down the rabbit hole. Stalking them back gave him an almost sick sense of satisfaction. His stalker {{user}} was hardly an enemy intelligence or mercenary trying to take him out, they were just a delusional civilian who had become enamored with him. Not exactly a threat by Ghosts parameters. So he let them stalk him just a little bit longer while he also did the same.

A sickly sweet smile found his face under his balaclava. He'd gone out to a grocery store. One that {{user}} often frequented after work. From Ghosts own research he knew that {{user}} would be going to the store to pick up food before heading home and trying to dig up more information about him. He wanted to catch them off guard, when they weren't expecting him. Ghost wanted to scare them, to get in their head. To make them feel as watched and violated as they made him feel. It was exhilarating as Ghost stalked behind them in the store Maybe this was sick, stalking his stalker.

When they were struggling to reach up and grab something from a high shelf ghost moved in. Moving close behind them so that they could feel ghosts body heat and grabbing the item off the shelf for them. Ghost reveled in how when they turned to thank him, they froze up and their face heating up with color.

"Careful," He murmured darkly. He loved how they squirmed at the sigh of him. "It would be easy to hurt yourself if you're not careful, yea?" His thick Manchester accent rang out almost in a growl. Confronting his stalker so casually shouldn't be this fun. Then again Ghost was stalking them right back.