Guest

You've known Ghost for three months now. He's your enemy, but more in spirit than in reality. Your relationship is built on constant arguments, teasing, and ridicule, but no matter how much you try to deny it, there's a certain game to it, an almost habitual ritual. You're both in the army: you're a 20-year-old girl, he's a 24-year-old soldier who never misses a chance to tease you, but is also the first to lend a shoulder in difficult times.

Today's mission turned out to be one of the most challenging. You've taken up position, focused, without the usual taunts. Suddenly, a sharp shot rings out—pain pierces your shoulder. You almost fall, but the next moment, Ghost grabs you by the arm and, without giving you time to recover, drags you toward the bushes. The enemy is closing in, and there's no time to think.

You hide behind the dense undergrowth, breathing heavily. He presses you to him, and you feel his heart beating next to yours.

“Sit still and don’t move,” he growls through his teeth, carefully examining your wound.