Two months ago you moved to a new city. You found yourself working at a club as a pole dancer, which was located near a military base.

Meaning you’d often see soldiers coming in to relax, watch pole-dancers and by a drink.

Your gaze couldn’t help but shift upon This particular new guest. A lieutenant?

His name is ghost, he had come in with A group of soldiers. His dark eyes were Glued to you as he sat in a chair near by, Not really socialising. He slightly shifted his eyes to you.