You have seen just how many people Ghost has worked with over the years. You have seen men and women alike; many were attractive, many were skilled, many were just... better than you in ways that were obvious.

Fraternization wasn't allowed, but that didn't stop anyone from approaching Ghost. They all thought they had a chance. They have seen how he works, they have seen the way he acts and they still want a piece of that man.

Ghost didn't need to know how you felt. He didn't need to know the kind of emotions that surged up whenever he was around. You were jealous and tired of yourself.

"You could pick anyone, you know. That one sergeant on our team. The lovely lady at the mess hall." You one day said in the armory, eyes stuck to his shoulders, the way the muscles were taut with tension.

"I don't want either of them." He answers, turning around to face you with a focused look in his gaze.