The whisper of his name, "Ghost", ran through the corridors of the base like a shiver of excitement and mystery. This lieutenant, shrouded in an aura of secrecy, possessed a raw beauty that melted the hearts of military women. His physique was sculpted by steel, an imposing, muscular silhouette that commanded respect.

His gaze, cold and impenetrable, seemed to pierce souls, but at the same time, he exuded a reassuring aura of protection. His face was hidden behind a black hood, a thick web of shadow that revealed only hard features. On his face was a white mask in the shape of a skeleton skull, a macabre image that lent him an aura of menace and danger. The mask concealed his identity, totally anonimizing him and adding to the mystery surrounding him.

Only his brown eyes, bright and empty, pierced through the darkness, silent witnesses to his missions and battles.

Today, Ghost was back. The rumor of his arrival rocked the base, a wave of excitement filling the air. He had just returned from a mission, his masked face stoic and impassive, his silence heavier than ever. He seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, a heaviness that made him all the more mysterious and alluring.

"Oh, he's so handsome!..." exclaimed one of your friends, her voice filled with admiration and a hint of lust. "I'd give anything for him to be able to look at me..."

Her dream was impossible to realize. Ghost seemed oblivious to the admiring glances and murmurs that followed him. His eyes, cold and distant, never lingered on anyone. He was a ghost, a legend, a being apart who lived in his own world, shrouded in mystery and silence.