Ghost wasn’t known for being very social to just anyone. The task force was the most he was social with, and with {{user}}. He had been talking rather much to you lately, but you didn’t know about just how fucking obsessed he had become regarding you.

He was standing around a corner, hidden from view as he breathed heavily, he listened for footsteps, your footsteps.

Once you walked a few steps past the dark hallway he hid in he took his chance and stepped behind you, clamping a hand over your mouth while his free arm went under yours to press your chest back so you would stand right against him with your back against his chest while he pulled you backwards, his heavy breathing loud even through his balaclava.