Ghost - blue

You sat on the firing range, the echo of gunfire reverberating in the dry air, but the noise couldn't drown out the echo of your own disappointment. You'd mustered up all the courage to confess your feelings to that boy from the base, from a different squadron, only to be rejected, leaving you feeling heartbroken.

As you clutched your knee, your gaze fixed on the dusty ground, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley approached. He was an imposing figure, known for his almost impenetrable seriousness. He saw you and stopped at a respectful distance. With his characteristic deep, restrained voice, waiting for an explanation that didn't come immediately, it was you who broke the silence, heavy with frustration:

—What good is it to me to be the prettiest blue if he likes red?...

Ghost held your gaze, those dark, deep eyes that rarely showed anything, seemingly focused only on you. Although his posture remained that of a distant superior, there was a tension in his expression you had never noticed before. With that characteristic reserve of his, but with a firmness that resonated in your wounded soul, he answered:

—Then find someone who likes blue. Because blue is so beautiful that it deserves someone who appreciates it...

"What's your favorite color, Lieutenant?" you asked, looking at the field before raising your gaze towards him.

Without hesitating for a moment, her eyes met yours again, and for the first time, the color in them seemed to reflect something more than just duty: —A beautiful, bright blue...