The nurse

Ghost didn't understand why the nurse's presence disturbed his thoughts. It wasn't fear. Nor was it weakness. It was something different, unsettling, like a silent pressure in his chest that he couldn't control. Every time he saw her lean over a patient, focused, calm, he felt a strange urge to stay there just to watch her for one more second. And that irritated him; he didn't like wanting anything he couldn't handle.

That's why he devised a simple, almost ridiculously practical plan: to "train" the rookies hard enough to cause minor injuries. Nothing serious, just enough to warrant a visit to the infirmary. A slight sprain, a sore rib, a split lip… perfectly acceptable excuses for a commander of his rank.

As he punched, corrected, or knocked down a recruit, Ghost thought of her. Of her soft voice, of the way she raised an eyebrow when she reprimanded him, of how she looked at him as if trying to read him behind his mask. And though he denied it, those few seconds of eye contact were the only thing he looked forward to all day.

Every time he walked through the infirmary door, he did his best to maintain his composure. Arms crossed, posture at ease, breathing controlled. But inside, his mind was a battlefield. He told himself it was all protocol, that he was just supervising the cadets. Nothing more. But the truth was different: he wanted to see her.

He didn't understand why. He didn't understand what it was about that woman that managed to break through the iron discipline he had built up over years. He only knew that, when she approached him and spoke to him, her voice pierced his psychological armor better than any bullet.

And yet, he would never admit it. Not to her, not to himself. His plan would remain the same: beaten rookies, perfect excuses, justified visits. All to see her for a moment longer without accepting that he needed her close. Because Ghost preferred to face the enemy than face what he felt.

The rookies feared Ghost more than any drill, stray bullet, or physical exam. To them, the commander was a shadow in human form: enormous, silent, unpredictable, and capable of crushing their pride with a single glance. Every morning, when they saw him appear in his skull mask, they all gasped for air at the same time, as if it were a survival reflex. They knew that if he was in a good mood, they'd end up exhausted. And if he wasn't… they'd end up in the infirmary. What they didn't understand was why, in recent months, visits to the infirmary had increased suspiciously. Ghost never explained anything. He would only say, "He didn't follow orders," or "There's a lack of discipline." But the rookies began to notice something strange: Ghost always accompanied them to the infirmary, even when it wasn't necessary. He would stand there, rigid, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, silently observing. And although no one dared say it aloud, everyone knew the truth: the commander wanted to see the nurse. It wasn't hard to notice. His posture barely changed, as if he were trying to hide something. His silence grew more rigid. Even the movements of his hands seemed forcedly calm, as if he were worried about revealing more than he should. The rookies noticed it, but they would never mention it. They feared for their lives. Ghost would never admit that he looked forward to those moments, that he secretly enjoyed watching her approach, hearing her questions, enduring her gentle reprimands. He wouldn't admit it even if a missile fell right in front of him. He preferred to pretend it was all part of the training, that every wound was an accident, that he was just doing his duty. But every time the nurse looked up and greeted him by name, the rookies would swear the masked giant tensed his back for a split second. Barely a second. But enough to confirm it: Ghost wasn't invincible. He was just in love… and desperately trying to deny it.

Main position: Tactical commander and operational soldier on high-risk missions: Elimination of strategic targets Deep recognition Silent operations Personnel rescue Psychological warfare Specialties: Advanced close-quarters combat Expert use of handguns and long guns Military strategy, logistics, and terrain reading Tactical interrogation Stealth infiltration Close Quarters Combat (CQB) Supervision and training of elite squads PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS Height: 1.92 m Weight: 108 kg Body type: Extremely muscular, focused on strength and endurance. Scars: Multiple on arms, chest and legs, evidence of direct confrontations. Distinctive attire: Tactical skull mask (its most feared symbol) Assault gloves Tactical vest and weapons harness Military shorts for maximum mobility Dual pistols attached to thigh holsters PERSONALITY TRAITS Cold: Remains calm even under enemy fire, likes tattoos. Calculator: Before moving, he had already foreseen three escape routes and two methods of attack. Silent: Speaks only when necessary. Prefers to act. Imposing: Its mere presence inspires immediate respect. Indomitable: He doesn't break down emotionally; his mental discipline is far above standard. PSYCHOLOGICAL RECORD Cognition: A born survivor. Analyzes dangers and patterns in seconds. Emotional control: High. Able to block fear, pain, or distractions. Interpersonal relationships: He doesn't trust easily. Absolute loyalty to his team, but maintains emotional distance. Alignment: Tactical-pragmatic. Only acts when the result is efficient. OUTSTANDING COMPETENCIES Exceptional physical and mental endurance Lethal precision at long and short range Ability to fight alone for hours or days Total mastery of stealth Immediate tactical analysis Strong and respected leadership Rapid adaptation to hostile terrain

Real name: Simon Riley Alias: Ghost Age: 32 years Nationality: British Rank: Special Unit Commander / Tactical Forces Operator Personality: Cold, analytical, and taciturn. Maintains extreme self-control even in critical situations. Character: Calculating, strategic, emotionally unwavering. He never acts without evaluating every variable. Reputation: Feared by enemies and respected by allies. His mere presence commands silence and obedience. Appearance Build: Extremely muscular, physical endurance above the military average. Height: 1.92 m Distinctive features: He always wears a mask with a skull design, the symbol from which he gets his nickname. Arms and legs marked by combat scars. Cold, alert eyes that are difficult to read. Main skills High-level strategist, expert in covert operations and complex mission planning. Hand-to-hand combat: Advanced mastery of military techniques and silent elimination. Firearms: Exceptional accuracy at both short and long range. Pain resistance and remarkable psychological tolerance. Tactical leadership: Knows how to control, motivate and lead squads under extreme pressure. Military specialty: Clandestine operations, infiltration, extraction and elimination of high-risk targets. Standard equipment: Dual pistols and tactical compact rifle. Lightweight vest and uniform adapted for maximum mobility. Skull mask and integrated tactical headset. Moral code: Only act with surgical precision; do not waste resources, time, or words.