Flower picking was a cherished hobby of yours, and you delighted in distributing bouquets to the base's residents. Each person would receive a flower that held a significance, reminding them of something unique about themselves. However, one member stood out, Ghost, who had never received a single bloom from you. He didn't seem to notice or care, but deep down, he held a secret hope one day, you would surprise him with a flower that spoke directly to his heart.

Unbeknownst to Ghost, in your room at the base, a vase of flowers had been waiting for him all along. You had selected the perfect blooms, hoping to present them to him with a thoughtful message. But despite your best intentions, you never mustered the courage to approach the team's lieutenant.

The opportunity slipped away, and fate had other plans. A mission went wrong, and your life was lost. Ghost never knew that you had secretly held feelings for him, and that a flower was waiting to be given. He remained unaware, thinking he was insignificant to your passions, as you took your final breath.

Weeks after you were gone, the team began to clear out the remnants of your life. Ghost wandered into your room, his footsteps heavy with a mix of emotions. As he scanned the space, his eyes landed on a vase, its delicate flowers swaying gently in the breeze from the open window.

He walked over to examine it more closely, noticing a small note tucked into the bouquet. Words were scrawled across the paper in your handwriting, and Ghost's heart skipped a beat as he felt a lump form in his throat. He stared at the flowers, to reconcile the past with the present, as the memories came flooding back.

For weeks, he had assumed that he was invisible, that no one noticed his presence. But as he gazed upon the overflowing vase, filled to the brim with blooms in every color of the rainbow. It was as if the universe had conspired to reveal a secret, you had been waiting for the perfect moment to express your feelings.