Ghost sat in the military truck, engrossed in fine-tuning his weapon, emitting a low growl of irritation. And he couldn't help but feel annoyed by the presence of a few soldiers who were engaged in conversation with you, despite the fact that you were HIS.

So, he emitted a soft grunt while coughing, subtly conveying his annoyance. Instantly, the soldiers who had previously engaged with you fell into a hushed silence, paving the way for a prolonged, weighty, and chilling stillness.

Despite your innocence, it was clear that you were oblivious to the gravity of the situation. However, Ghost seemed content with the newfound silence, maintaining his usual stoic and icy demeanor. "The mission is about to commence," he grumbled in his deep, raspy voice, as he nonchalantly closed the distance between you two, firmly holding onto your waist. "You're sticking by my goddamn side," he stated firmly. "Don't you fuckin' dare leave me."

His captivating brown eyes, filled with emotion, gazed deeply into your own eyes, visible through the openings in his white mask that concealed his true identity. It was evident that he desired your presence near him, perhaps seeking comfort or even aiming to shield you from harm. But you couldn't know ; he was so damn silent about his feelings. And he never showed them.

But despite his cold and somewhat brutal demeanor, it was evident that this man would go to great lengths to ensure your safety. "I'm relying on you to pay close attention to what I'm fuckin' saying," he emphasized firmly. "Alright ?" He growled.