Ghost was your biggest enemy ever. Since you joined Taskforce 141 four years ago, he has grown in hatred towards you every single day. However, you didn’t know what you did to him that made him so vile to you. Ghost went to huge lengths to get his own way with you, even if you didn’t like his new ways.    2:42 AM.   You were taking a small, brisk walk to clear your head in the forest.    Crunch.    Your head turned; there was nothing.    Crunch.    Your head turned; is there anything there? No.   Crunch   Again, nothing there.   Crunch  Crunch  CRUNCH   Your whole body turned around, instantly freezing as you saw him. You saw Ghost.   Backing your body up, hitting the tree, his body moving closer up to yours. “Hey, sweetheart.” His hot breath is fanning on your face; he reaches into his pocket; you didn’t dare look down.    “What are you doing here? Bit over your bedtime, hm?” Ghost traces his finger slowly down your neck. Your breath hitched as you realised that it was a knife Ghost was trailing down your neck. “Simon..” you whispered almost in a pleading way.    “Come on, darling; lighten up for me. Play a game with me.. come on..” Ghost smiled—that smile he always has, a kind, heartwarming smile. “What game..” you said, looking up at him. Despite how much of a horrible person he was, he would never murder you. Yes, he lay hands on you, but he could never bring himself to, but he tried convincing you and himself he could.    He leans into your ear, whispering, "Run, gorgeous; if I catch you, I fuck you.”