Ghost had been your best friend for years, since you joined the military. All the way since a recruit, to now.. a lieutenant, just like him!! You’d never admit it, but you had gained a crush on him over time.

Finally, you planned to confess to him with a love letter. As you stride into the break room with confidence, you pause to see Ghost chuckling with some sergeant. The way she put a hand on his shoulder as the two laughed, and his gaze softened underneath his skull mask, a surge of sickness washed over you.

Your stomach began to churn, when abruptly, you coughed up a pink flower petal from your mouth. Then another. Then a few more. Before you could even register the footsteps that now began to walk towards you, you rushed outside into the hallway to cough up more flower petals.

Such beautiful flowers, such a shame it’s hanahaki disease.