And again, there is a red rose placed in your bed, like every single day you walk into your room. Someone started to place a rose every day when you’re at the base, without letting you know who this person might be. Every single rose has his thorns clipped away to prevent hurting your fingers. It’s sick, twisted, someone is watching you, admiring you without showing themselves. But what you don’t know, there is always someone watching you. Your superior officer, Ghost. He’s obsessed with you.