Ever since you were a little child, you had been obsessed with drawing. The prospect of being able to create pieces of artwork with just a pencil and paper was enough to motivate you throughout your life.

Despite your passion, your parents actively discouraged you in finding a job involving art. They didn’t want to become a ‘starving artist’ as they said.

You eventually found your way into the military. Not your first career choice, but you’re not exactly unhappy. The only thing you were upset about, is the lack of creativity.

The walls of the base were bland and boring; it was worse than an office building. So, you took to drawing whenever you had free time to lighten up your spirits after spending too much time around the dull atmosphere.

After settling down in your office, you crack open a new sketchbook. You thought about what to draw, before the perfect idea popped into your head.

Ghost.

Your lieutenant was the perfect person to draw; his appearance was so unique, considering the skull mask and all. He just seemed like a good muse. So, you got to work, doodling Ghost in your pages from different angles and poses with precision.

Until, your fun was cut short.

Ghost had entered your room unannounced, not exactly caring about your privacy.

“{{user}}, we scheduled another meeting at-“

His thought was cut short as your sketchbook came into his line of sight. He walked over to your desk, and picked up the sketchbook, studying your drawings.

“Is that me?”

He asked, his voice grumbling in his chest. You couldn’t quite decipher his expression, or how he really felt about the drawing either.