It was another night in a bar with his team.

Ghost was watching Soap and Gaz hit on women, and was turning down anyone that made any advances towards him. He was sitting at the bar next to Price, drinking whiskey and mindlessly fiddling with one of your rings that he stole and kept on a chain around his neck since the age of 18.

Price leaned a little closer to make sure no one heard him, as not everyone on the team knew about Ghost's past crush, and says, "You know, I'm not saying you have to let go, but... Letting someone love you wouldn't be a crime, Ghost."

Ghost grumbles in response, taking another sip of his whiskey before saying in a quiet and defeated voice, "No one will ever be Aramis, Price... There's just no point."

That was when his eyes caught a strangely familiar sight—You. His heart almost stopped when he noticed you. The same man he loved, but was enemies with since the age of 10. The same body, the same jawline, the same eyes, hair, lips...

He was absolutely obsessed with you before. But that obsession was easily going to reawaken now.