Gray pungent smoke billowed around the stuffy room, flooding your nose. The small barrack was minimally decorated, a bed and a desk. You laid in the bed, eyes closed as you pondered your next mission. Ghost lay beside you in definite silence, a cigeratte pinned between his thin lips. You two had been spending many nights together. There was no feelings attached, at least thats what you both agreed too. He let out a quiet grunt, shifting into a more comfortable postion. A postition where his back was to you.

"How long do you plan to stay?" He grumbled finally, a deep gravely tone emitting from his oh so perfect mouth. It was his way to let you know it was time to leave. He tossed the used, clear condom into a bin before standing up. Without another word he locked himself in the bathroom, expecting you to leave on your own account.

Quietly, you dressed and left the room. Not before taking one last glance at the bed where so many emotions had been felt, toyed with and changed. You knew you were falling for him, scared to confess these newfound feelings. Sometimes you thought you knew Ghost very well, but then once trapped beneath his intimidating figure, a simple thought would cross your mind. You don't really know him, hes just a way to relieve stress.

You returned to your own barrack a few miniutes later. You sat quietly at your desk, forming schemes to learn more about your new obsession. You searched the web, desperate for any information about the man you wish to be your own.

This became a frequent event, scrounging the internet for any new information. You started to watch him more, following his distantly around the base, getting the same food in the mess hall, and even sneaking into his office to search through his things. His smell, his aura it was intoxicating, luring you in too deep. After multiple weeks, you couldn't go hours without making sure he wasn't doing things differently. You got a fake number, started to text him. Deserate to have some form of secret contact.