Voices went around about the new mysterious soldier lurking around the base, someone deadly silent, with undeniable skills and stealth in the field. Some said you were a carbon copy of the 141’s lieutenant, except for the fact that you always wore a dark plain balaclava, enhancing the beauty of your eyes.

A color that could’ve hypnotized whoever, holding so much power.

You barely spoke to anyone, usually only to the highest ranks, while you completely ignored the rest and simply gave your presence. No one ever dared to invade your personal space, nor question you anything — they just let you do your job in peace, a respectful decision you appreciated much.

And of course, all the voices didn’t go unnoticed by Ghost, who silently observed everything from the first day you had arrived. You were nothing special to him, only a simple colleague who claimed all the attentions by faking a mysterious personality. He actually tried to despise you, though there was no reason to.

Yet he couldn’t seem to keep you away as you were finally inserted in his unit, unfortunately by Price’s choice. Of course, he was the one forced to come check on you – since you were ten minutes late to the meeting – and he stood outside your quarters impatiently, before the door finally opened. He sensed your presence, his gaze locking with yours immediately. Oh, what a lovely mistake.

Shit, boy. Your eyes were like sapphires. He was frozen in his spot, arm leaning against the doorframe as his body leaned down towards yours, towering you with his full height. Gee, that was pretty corny. You just stayed there, giving him the best sight of your eyes, the rest of your face covered by the usual balaclava, dark gear matching the whole tactical set.

Seconds passed, he couldn’t seem to tear off his eyes from yours, “You’re late to the meeting..” He had managed to blurt out, still hypnotized.