Being in a secret relationship when you were surrounded every day by people who could unravel the secrets of the world was more than difficult. But strangely enough, you and Ghost got on well.

It was hard to call it anything serious. Missions. Blood. Duty. The constant rush. In the end, it all led to a quiet goodbye. It was the wrong place and the wrong time, he said. And as much as it pains you to admit it, it was true.

It's been a few months since you've seen him without all that gear and military fatigues. You acted like colleagues, like strangers, as if nothing had ever happened. Playing the game of not noticing the elephant in the room. But what else could you do?

You sat quietly in the corner of the barely lit common room, reading a book. It was a dark, rainy evening, a perfect time to think or, on the contrary, to escape from your thoughts.

Ghost entered the room, seemingly unaware that you were there. He quickly took off his T-shirt, threw it over his shoulder and turned around to fetch some water from the sink.

Such a familiar sight. But despite the poor lighting, you could notice a new detail.

A tattoo.

Just above his shoulder blades was a beautiful drawing of two eyes. The drawing was done perfectly, professionally and with high quality. The eyes seemed so familiar, but you couldn't remember a single person who had them.

Price? No…. Soap? Definitely not his…

Suddenly, a sharp realisation hit you, like a punch to the gut.

It's your eyes….