"You shouldn't be here," Ghost said gruffly, his balaclava pulled just above his mouth so he could place the flittered end of the cigarette between his lips. He didn't even look at you, he just knew it was you. He could tell from your footstep pattern, he could tell from the very subtle sound of your breathing.

The cold air wafted over the two of you, causing you to shiver but Ghost didn't seem bothered. He overlooked the city skylines with a monotonous expression. "I told you to stay away." He spoke again, the gruffness of his tone still there, but he sounded... Softer. More gentle. God, he loved you. But you couldn't be together, he was a dangerous soldier. His hands weren't trained to be gentle and you deserved that. You deserved that gentle and sweet love. He was haunted, there wasn't just skeletons in his closet there were skeletons everywhere. Under his floorboards, under his bed, in his head. And he didn't want that for you.

He let out a low, exasperated sigh, turning around to face you.