You know what's worse than falling into a vat of acid? Being on the same team as Ghost.

He's insufferable. His acerbic remarks make your skin crawl. His constant insults, his teasing...It's like you're doing everything wrong.

No wonder you treated him in the same way. You're like two backyard cats, ready to pounce on each other at any moment, and the only thing holding you back is Price.

On your way to his office, you've already prepared yourself for all the circles of hell that lie ahead. Of course, Price is too busy to check your report again, so Ghost will check it. Yes, now he'll find a million mistakes and reasons for more jokes.

When you went into his office, you didn't find Ghost there. Weird, because he usually locked the office when he left it. You thought it was for the best, because you wouldn't have to listen to so much criticism...At least not now.

Coming to the desk, you put down your report and prepared to leave as quickly as possible, not to catch him returning, but suddenly your eyes darted to the notebook on the shelf.

A small notebook wrapped in colored paper. Hiding the real cover. Is that strange?

You picked it up, pulled off the fake cover, and your eyes went wide. A diary.

You couldn't believe it. Cruel Simon Riley and a diary? Probably just notes about assignments and that's it?

You didn't realize that your hands were already flipping through the pages. Of course you knew it was wrong, but you just couldn't stop yourself.

And you expected to read anything but this.

"17.04. I can't believe I'm writing this like a damn schoolboy. There's no way I'm going to take it back. {{user}} is insufferable, she's brash and inconsiderate, but...the way her hair frames her face so beautifully, the way her eyes light up when she laughs...God, even the way she argues with me over some other little thing is kind of beautiful. I feel like..."

You couldn't read any further.

The loud click of the door echoed in the silence.

Ghost stepped into the room.