Working in a cafe was not in your career plans, but it was temporary, so you made peace with it.

The cafe itself was in a small town located near a military base, one that belonged to Task Force 141.

You found yourself often serving masked soldiers, but one stood out. Ghost; who had just recently been convinced by his comrades to try the coffee, couldn’t thank them enough.

You began to see him more often and a few weeks after the start of his frequent trips to your work, you began getting flowers and small gifts on your porch, things that correlated with your interests; which wasn’t typical for a man to get at his door.

Then, it was home cooked meals appearing on your counters. A strangely clean space when you came back from work.

Meanwhile, Ghost couldn’t keep track of the money he spent at the cafe and on you. He wasn’t the person to talk, but he was in love; those little gifts were his doing.