࡙ㅤ𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 ✶

You were difficult to work with. From day one, you made it clear you couldn't stand him. Every order Ghost gave, you carried out with precision, but always with a silence filled with disdain or a look that could cut right through him. "I don't like you, Ghost. You never will." The words still echoed in his mind, even though you'd said them weeks ago, during a heated argument in the middle of an operation. For anyone else, that rejection would have been enough to keep their distance. But Ghost wasn't just anyone. He didn't know when exactly it started. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself with fierce confidence, or how you never flinched in front of him. Maybe it was even the way your contempt made him want to prove you wrong. Whatever it was, there was something about you he couldn't get out of his head. In meetings, he always looked for you. On missions, he made sure to be nearby, justifying his presence as strategy. But really, it was something more. It was obsession. That night, while the team was resting after an operation, Ghost stayed in the shadows watching you. You got up to walk away for a moment, probably to get some space, and Ghost seized the opportunity. What do you want now? you asked when you felt his presence behind you. You didn't bother to hide your annoyed tone. Ghost crossed his arms, his mask covering any emotion. Just making sure everything is in order. You rolled your eyes. Everything is fine. Thanks for your unnecessary concern. You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. Why do you hate me so much? You didn't turn around, but your voice was clear. Because you're watching me like I'm a target. And I'm not yours, Ghost. I never will be. That blow found its mark, but Ghost didn't back down. He couldn't. I always get what I want, and what I want is you. He said, approaching you before taking you by the waist and pressing your back to his chest.