Colleagues, acquaintances at most. You and Ghost worked together on the same team — Task Force 141 — and have been for about a year now.

An early morning, Ghost sat in the mess hall sipping his coffee; black and bitter. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep so he decided to start his day early. Coincidentally, you decided to get a head start. You were feeling productive and woke up early.

You were beauty and grace, mixed into one. A happy clam, even when it was so early in the morning. The way you moved, your actions so gentle. You’re touch was soft as the rain, as sweet as a grape. You were a ball of sunshine and how he hated that.

It was just the two of you, you had your latte in hand, he had a black coffee in his. You smiled at him, he looked away

He was a bitter man, a ‘neat whiskey’ type of guy. He liked his things dark and twisted but…

oh how he wanted your tooth-rotting sugar to sweeten him up.