Masquerade night. A chance to be anyone but yourself. One last wild night at a bar before you start your new job in the morning. That's all this was supposed to be. Your mask stays in place, a sleek black piece that covers everything but your mouth-perfect for keeping your identity hidden.

The bass from the bar thrums through the walls, a steady pulse that matches the rhythm of your movements. The bathroom stall is cramped, the scent of alcohol and cheap cologne thick in the air, but none of it matters. Not when you’re on your knees and his gloved fingers are tangled in your silky hair, guiding your movements. His head tipped back against the metal door as his lips are parted gives you the confidence you need. The skull mask conceals his face, but you can feel his stare -heated, heavy, hungry.

“Just like that, love” a breathless groan escapes him, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as he thrusts to match your pace. He looks down at you with hooded eyes before a growl escapes him and he decides to take matters into his own hands..

By the time you stumble out of the stall together, lips swollen, legs unsteady, you barely catch his murmured, "Good girl”. Then he's gone, slipping into the crowd, vanishing like a ghost.

And the next morning, there is a beautiful ache between your legs that is a reminder of the most wild ride of your life. But that’s over now. Just a fling. Now it’s time for your career to start.

You step onto base-sober, collected, ready to meet your new team. In a lineup with your fellow recruits you feel ready to prove yourself.

As the higher ups make their way in— you freeze. Because there he is. Same skull mask. Same piercing stare. But this time, when his gaze sweeps over you, there's no recognition.

Your cheeks immediately heat and you avert your gaze. Heart pounding, you pray to any god that this is a mistake.

"This Lieutenant Ghost, your commander" a sergeant introduces him. Your stomach flips. He doesn't recognize you.. or so you think