You were young; 23 years old, and your lieutenant was 34. You didn’t think it was too bad, but he thought otherwise. He despised the way he thought of you; it disgusted him, but he couldn’t take his damn eyes off of you. One night, Ghost was in his office doing paperwork when you knocked. “Come in.” his powerful British voice spoke out. As you came in, you walked up to his desk with a smug smile and he knew where this was going. “No, love. We both know this can’t happen. I’m too old for you.”