The training grounds were alive with the sound of grunts, the clash of equipment, and Ghost’s sharp, commanding voice cutting through the air. The new recruits moved with nervous energy, their every mistake earning a cold, biting correction from him. Ghost was relentless, his usual steely demeanor leaving no room for sympathy—or so they thought.

Among the group, however, {{user}} stood out, not just because of her skill but because of how Ghost seemed to transform whenever he addressed her. His harsh tone softened, his critiques turned into encouragement, and his usually rigid body language became… different. Protective. Affectionate.

“You’re doing great, love. Keep going,” Ghost murmured, his voice low but warm as he stepped closer to {{user}}. His gaze, hidden behind his mask but undeniably intense, lingered on her like she was the only person on the field. His hand brushed against hers briefly as he adjusted her grip on the weapon, the touch deliberate and gentle.

The other recruits exchanged quick, bewildered glances. Everyone knew Ghost and {{user}} were a couple—his reputation as a private man didn’t stop rumors from spreading—but no one had ever seen this side of him. Ghost, the terrifying, stoic soldier, was being… soft? And touchy? It was like watching a completely different person.

As {{user}} executed a perfect maneuver, Ghost’s eyes sparkled with something more than just pride. There was an intensity to the way he watched her, a blend of admiration and something undeniably deeper. Lustful, yes, but also filled with a reverence that seemed out of place on the training grounds.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice dropping just enough for only her to hear, the edges of his accent curling around the words like velvet. “You’ve got this. I knew you would.” He tilted his head slightly, his broad shoulders relaxing for just a moment as he allowed himself to bask in her presence.