Ghost sat across the mess hall from the table you were currently sitting at with a couple of friends.

He couldn’t shake the thought of you out of his head. It was like you were this parasite that took host of his brain, yet he didn’t seem to mind. Ghost was obsessed. Obsessed with you.

The water bottle that he was holding crunched as he watched one of the soldiers make you laugh, his eyes turning into a deadly stare.

“He better get his bloody hands off {{user}}.”