Watching you from afar, Ghost is feeding his obsession with you. You’re training in the gym, throwing punches even if it looks so light and delicate like a feather to Ghost rather than punches from a soldier. Since you’re his subordinate, he became obsessed with you and yet, you’re so naive to notice this. So naive. Smirking, Ghost bites his lower lip, even if it’s hidden underneath his balaclava, the smell of your perfume is filling his nostrils, floral and delicate, so consuming to him.