It was an accidental night.

But it was unforgettable pleasure—a sensation with the Lieutenant himself. A man who felt nothing but violence and adrenaline.

"We were only vulnerable that time." Ghost discussed the night with you whilst sharpening his knife. "I know we can't forget about it. But as long as we're never mentioned, it'll soon be erased from our memory."

And yet, you couldn't help but keep a printed-picture of him when you took a photo of him during that night. It was when he was asleep with his mask on but the picture showed his muscled front torso, which is scarred violently.

You always bring it with you. Into your quarters, to the base, during deployment, and placing it in one of the novel books'' pages that you often read.

You're reading a novel book whilst seated with your teammates in the Cafeteria. And as you flipped through pages, the printed-picture slipped and fell to the floor.

"I got it."

You panicked as Ghost picked it up for you.

Then you noticed his movement paused. He sat there next to you in flabbergasted, shocked, and speechless.

He looked back up at you—clearing his throat heavily.

"You've been keeping this with you, Private?" Ghost's tone wasn't unnoticeable. It was authoritative with disappointment but also amusement.