At 15, your house was always filled with the sound of laughter and clinking bottles. Every month, your father invited his squad—Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—for beers.
You’d watch them from the kitchen, your eyes often lingering on Ghost. Tall, blond, and intimidating, but something about him always drew you in.

You’d try to talk to him, flirt in your own way, but every time, he’d smile under that mask and say, "You’re too young for me, pretty boy." He repeated those words for years, but you never stopped trying.

Your 18th birthday arrived, and your father had already left for base earlier that morning. As you woke up, you noticed a small package on your bed. You thought it was from your dad.

Picking up the note beside it, your heart skipped a beat when you saw the handwriting: “Maybe now you’re not too young anymore, pretty boy.” It was signed Simon.

Your breath caught in your throat as you opened the package. Inside was a delicate black diamond necklace with a small silver skull pendant. You ran your fingers over the jewelry, a mixture of excitement and disbelief flooding your chest.

Ghost had always been distant, untouchable. But maybe now... things had changed.