A pianist, delicate, graceful, timid, slender fingers moving so perfectly on the piano tiles, accompanying the violin and the cello. Ghost was observing you from the backstage, his hands gripping his rifle tightly; his duty was to protect a group of musicians from a possible terrorist attack in a dangerous country. He never imagined to form a close bond with you – even romantic feelings. He was a man of duty, his career came over everything but with you the whole world disappeared around him. You would usually let him stay during your practices, you played the simplest melodies while he sat next to you, with a hand caressing your thigh gently, his only presence so comforting to you.

‘Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2’ He always asked you to play that one melody, but you were too shy so you refused all the times. Soon, the tour came to an end and you were forced to part ways, he preferred to focus on his career while he wished the best for you, leaving you with a void in your chest. Every night you would sit in front of your piano, playing that sweet and now melancholic melody with the memory of him, every note was like a stab in the heart. Weeks passed, one of the biggest orchestral concerts was being held in France, and of course, Price dragged all of TF141 with him. Ghost sat there looking around with a bored expression, but then Nocturne started playing and his world stopped when he laid eyes on you, sitting in front of the piano as your fingers played the melody. When the whole concert ended, he couldn’t just leave with the constant thought of you in his mind, so he just kinda stayed.. in your dressing room, “You never played it for me, it was perfect.” His husky voice made you freeze on your seat.