He's a good friend. So you're positively thrilled to share the news with him.

But every small movement towards him, every subtle attempt at communication is fruitless. Because his attention is elsewhere. The pretty recruit with a milion dollar smile, batting her eyelashes at him, her hand grasping his arm. It's as if you're not even there.

"Ghost...?" you try again, but your voice dies in a soft whisper, successfully drowned by her chirping giggle.

His eyes never once meet yours.