Sitting in the lieutenant's office when he called you, it was strange because you had never spoken more seriously, but the thought did not leave him when he saw you in the army, such a young and beautiful girl, thinking what is your reason for coming here to the army

“you know, Sergeant...” began Ghost, his eyes from under his balaclava looked at you from top to bottom, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back in his chair.

“I’d like to know what your reasons are for being here, such a young girl?” still looking at you his tone became softer not so husky but still deep with a British accent

His torso leaned towards you now he was closer, separated only by his desk when his rough hand reached out to remove a strand of your hair. “And, it's tough to see pretty faces here.”