Ghost has always been the one everyone in the team looked up to — calm under pressure, deadly on the battlefield, and reliable to the core. In every mission, you relied on each other like shadows in the night. But once the operation ended, everyone usually drifted off to their own devices, chasing peace in their own way.

This time had been no different. The mission was long, tense, and mentally exhausting. After it was finally over, Ghost indulged in a hot shower, letting the steam wash away the grime and weight of war. Muscles finally relaxed, he dropped onto his bed, stretching with a sigh of relief.

As he reached beneath his pillow to adjust it, his fingers brushed against something unexpected. Curious, he pulled it out. A small object. He sat up and examined it closely — a hair tie. Simple. Ordinary. But something about it stopped him cold.

He had seen it before. On you.

His brows furrowed. He brought it closer and instinctively inhaled — a faint trace of your scent still lingered. Familiar. Soft. Unmistakably yours.

But what puzzled him more than anything was why it was here — tucked beneath his pillow？