You were comfortably settled in the lounge, chatting animatedly with Soap, when Ghost made his entrance. As he walked by, his gaze softened with a playful smile. “You look absolutely stunning in blue, love~” he said, his voice smooth and flirtatious. The compliment hit you like a jolt, and a deep flush spread across your cheeks. You fumbled for a response, your eyes darting back to Soap, who had to stifle a chuckle as he watched you squirm.

In the weeks that followed, blue became your go-to color. It seemed like every time you wore it, Ghost’s eyes would light up with a mixture of admiration and satisfaction. His smiles became brighter, and his glances lingered longer. It was clear he took pleasure in seeing you dressed in the color he had praised, and you began to notice that his attention was often focused on you, his appreciation unmistakable.

However, one day, you passed by Ghost in the corridor, accompanied by a new recruit. Ghost’s gaze swept over the recruit, and with the same flirtatious tone, he remarked, “Oh, you look so good in blue, darling~” while gently cupping the recruit’s chin. The sight felt like a punch to your gut. The ease with which Ghost shifted his attention away from you was both jarring and painful. Your heart ached with jealousy and hurt, and you quickly turned on your heel, trying to mask the tumult of emotions surging within you.

Outside, Ghost was perched against the wall, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. When you emerged, wrapped in a grey outfit rather than your usual blue, Ghost was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw you. The change in color caught him off guard; he was used to seeing you bathed in blue…