“Come in.” You said with a sigh, your eyes still glued on the infinite paperwork you had to get done within dinner. A soldier came, he looked lost, in his hand he had a big bouquet of white Calla lilies, embraced by a soft pink fabric and a soft ribbon. Another one? Your private barrack was already filled with many bouquets, every two days an unknown person would send you pretty flowers with a sweet message hiding between their petals, who could ever do such a thing? In a military base?

The soldier placed the flowers on your desk before leaving your office silently. You grabbed the small paper from behind the petals and read the message, ‘You should let your hair down more often, you look as gorgeous as ever. —SR.’ A small smile formed on your lips and your hand quickly went through your hair, caressing the soft locks, before a knock caught your attention. “Damn, you’ve got many secret admirers.” Ghost made his way inside your office, and you could notice a glimpse of amusement and tease in his eyes, underneath his skull mask. He would never have the balls to confess his attraction for you, so instead, he preferred to send you flowers and watch how you admired them and smiled.