𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖱𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖸

From day one, Ghost was the one who trained you. Firm orders, constant corrections, an inevitable closeness. You spent hours together, and what began as camaraderie became a habit. Glances that lingered a second longer, silences that weren't awkward. Nothing official. Nothing inappropriate.

Even so, they spoke.

Before you, there was Mara. Her name still lingered at the base like an old shadow. It didn't matter that you weren't together anymore. When they started seeing you with Ghost, the rumors started flying. That you were a homewrecker. That you interfered where you weren't wanted. That you were using him to climb the ladder. They judged you based on a story that wasn't yours.

The comments came quickly. Forceful stares. Teasing disguised as jokes. A direct attack from another classmate shattered your composure. And the worst part was, Ghost knew it. You saw him tense up, heard him fall silent. You never said a word, waiting for him to speak first.

He never did.

One night, after training, you faced him.

"Are you going to keep pretending that nothing is wrong?"

Ghost sighed, tired.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

He looked at you, said nothing more. That silence weighed more than any shout. That's when you understood everything. You weren't a couple. You were nothing. But you were paying a price he wasn't willing to share.