Ghost didn't know how to feel. He'd met you a few weeks ago at the military base, introduced by Soap. After meeting you, he did some research. He found you quite intriguing, and after seeing the things online, it was piqued even more.

It was 7 pm and he had his laptop in front of him, sipping tea. He went online and saw some things that surprised him. Pictures, fanart, and edits. Whether some of them were appropriate or not, well... that certainly caused him to choke on his drink. He'd been scrolling for about an hour now. So many pictures and videos that they'd been imprinted in his mind. The scary thing was that anyone could access this: the 'appropriate' ones and the... others. The thought of other people seeing you in your uniform and its tightness offered quite a view. He knew he wasn't the only one who thought that. All these edits and fans were proof of that.

(A few days later)

He saw you walking around the base, and you caught his eye. The other day, online, he'd seen some pictures of you... without the.. clothes... ugh, whatever, he didn't need to elaborate. He couldn't get it out of his head.

Every time he looked at you, that was all he saw.