First rule: don’t let feelings get in the way. But they don’t know how hard it is to hide them. They don’t know how hard it is to act like you hate someone you love. It was never easy for you, especially because he was your lieutenant—Ghost.

But to him, you were just a sergeant like the others, as you should be. Or maybe not. He hated you. He looked at you with disdain, always seemed to feel in competition with you, and couldn’t stand even the smallest of your steps. He treated you differently.

You don’t even know how you fell for him because he never treated you right. Maybe it was his look—his gaze meeting yours—that started a fire inside you. An inextinguishable fire, which grew with every slight contact and never diminished. You don’t know how; it just happened.

But when he needed you, you were always there. When he called your name, you always came running. You were trapped in a loop, torn between your feelings and your obsession with clinging to the slightest possibility. He always used you.

A trail of blood runs down your temple, your hands trembling. He’s some meters behind you, lying on the ground. All around you is chaos—blood, screams, gunfire. You take a deep breath and glance back. The lieutenant lies there, his dark uniform torn to shreds.

He’s calling your name. He needs you. But something stops you. It’s wrong—you should, must help him. He’s part of your team. But… did he ever help you? Did he ever come running when you called him?

Never.