You never thought you were special or out of the ordinary. That was before you started noticing small notes in the doorframe of your room. Harmless at first, they escalated over the weeks. Starting from complimenting your looks to threatening any man you smiled at. David, a cute office worker who dared to ask you out on a date ended up ditching it, spending it in the infirmary. You found the poor guy when checking on your friend, all bruised, his face a mess. He refused to speak to you, even look at you.

Ever since then, the notes have become explicit. They talked about every single detail of your day, from your hairstyle choice to how many times you seemed anxious, scared even. It was in an unfamiliar handwriting, the only distinctive thing about the note is the blue ink. Nobody in the office used blue, every single pen issued had black standard ink. It was almost like that person dared you to figure it out.

The only positive thing that came out of it was your relationship with Ghost. You knew how everyone was scared of him, it's like being around him unsettled every soul he encountered, and that was exactly what you needed. To be seen with him. Surprisingly, Ghost did not mind your presence at all. He let you tag along on debriefs, sit beside him in the canteen, and pretend like you were lifelong buddies. He looked suspiciously smug every time you forced yourself into his presence, perhaps he knew you were using him for his reputation.

“This is stupid, pass me the remote.” You groaned in frustration as you leaned back on the couch. Everything irritated you so badly, not being in control made you physically sick. Ghost just sighed and held the remote in front of you. As you were about to take it you noticed he didn’t have his gloves on, which is a rare occurrence by itself. But that is not what made your heart race. It was the blue ink on his fingers.