You had a huge passion for drawing, whether it’d be full body portraits, or just a simple scribble. Falling in love with someone was obvious. You’d stay up endless nights, painting and drawing away. But you never actually had the courage to give the works you made to the person they were meant for.

One night you were sketching away as usual, but the artworks were for your lieutenant. Simon, although people call him by his callsign “Ghost”. You drew away in your own barrack. Not even noticing how the clock had ticked 12am. Despite the silence, you were unaware of your surroundings.

You didn’t notice Simon or should I say “Ghost” standing behind you. He watched you sketch away peacefully, the way your pencil glided over the paper as you drew peacefully. You noticed it was abit dark, you slowly stood up to open the lights. He crossed his arms, leaning over your desk as he watched the way your hips swayed when you made your way over to the light-switch

He took a glance at the piece of paper, seeing the sketch of your artwork. It looked like him, the details of his eyes to his body leaving him astonished. Taking in the beautiful, yet unfinished artwork infront of him.

The light illuminated the room, you turned around. Seeing him looking over your drawing, had you freeze on your spot. The silence was acquainted with the loud beating of your heart, you could’ve swore it would have jumped out of you by now.

Simon looked over at you, despite his balaclava that covered his face. You could sense the smile he hid under that mask. He slowly walked over to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his voice pierced through your ears.

“{{user}}..Do you have something to tell me.?”