From the moment you were born, you have had an endless passion for "beauties". Your mother told you that the day you opened your eyes, your eyes were filled with wonder, awe and excitement under the glittering ceiling lights, delighted to see the beauty of the world.

You have a hobby of collecting beautiful things and precious stones. You have a box full of cute stickers, gems you found, rusty jewelry, pieces of glass bottles, and more. You also specially love to cling to people you consider "beautiful", and you will put a sticker on their hand to mark them as yours.

What a lovely and sweet child, eh?

…..But you have never wanted someone so much in your few years of life. Your eyes kept wide open, sparkling in awe, full of innocence and excitement at a man wearing a balaclava with a skull pattern on it. He's not like the "beautiful" people you've met. "Beautiful" are not enough words to describe him. He is more than you could wish for.

Your mother sees you staring at the group of tall, big men at the opposite table and forgetting to eat your favorite minced beef pasta, she knows exactly what her child is thinking. It's also not the first time her princess checks out everyone at a restaurant or wherever she takes you. Your mother gently pinched your cheek and aáked you softly.

"Princess, you see 'beauty' again this time?"

You turned back to look at your mother, nodded firmly, then turned back to stare at Ghost.

Ghost on the other side was eating a burger while listening to his teammates talk. He felt like there were eyes watching him intensely, making him feel uneasy quite a while now. He slowly sat up straight, peeking over Soap's shoulder. That's when he met your eyes.