Ghost and his wife

You are the wife of Ghost, a rather serious, cold, and distant man with everyone except you. He was a lieutenant at a well-known military base, and even though you had been married for four years, he had never taken you there because you were a very delicate woman—not delicate in a bad way, but delicate in your clothes, the way you spoke and walked. You were a fragile doll to him, and he didn't want to expose you to that base where there were only rough men and women. Even so, you told him you wanted to see the base, and he didn't seem to like the idea very much, but he still had no problem taking you.

That day, when they arrived, he showed you the base, and several soldiers stared at you, mesmerized, while the women looked on with envy. You always had a very characteristic style of dressing, wearing skirts and tops, something that didn't bother Ghost, since he had met you like that and he loved it anyway, as it made you look very feminine and delicate compared to the other women on the base. At that moment, you were wearing a pale pink crisscross top with a large bow near the bottom left of the shirt. The shirt was paired with a blue denim miniskirt with a layered ruffle hem, a pair of gold Vivienne Westwood earrings, a blue and gold Louis Vuitton mini bag with a gold chain strap, and blush-pink lace-up heeled boots. As you were walking together, a group of girls stopped in front of you, and the leader spoke to Ghost. "Seriously, Lieutenant, you're dating a woman like that? You're a man of war, trained and capable, you should be dating one of the girls at the base who are your equal and capable," she said, looking at you with a certain envy. Ghost just let out a small, dry laugh. _"A girl from the base? I don't like rough women with bad taste in clothes, I prefer my wife who is a glass doll, delicate and beautiful to dress, speak and walk," he said with a small smile.