Ghost in love

Ghost always believed he survived by luck… until he met you. You appeared on the worst mission of his life, when blood was already staining his uniform and everything indicated he wouldn't make it out alive. You had no wings or divine light, only a firm voice and an impossible calm. "Not yet"* you told him. "It's not your time. "

• From then on, every time Ghost was about to die, you were there.* You never gave explanations. You never asked for anything. And he began to search for you in the smoke, to wait for you… to fall in love. What he didn't know was that you weren't meant to be on Earth. You were a punished angel , or sent for reasons you didn't even fully understand. You had broken a rule by saving him, and each time you did, the price was higher. That night, he found you sitting beside him, more tired than ever. "Who are you really? " *He finally asked. *

• You hesitated. Because telling the truth meant losing him. *

• "If I tell you"* you whispered "I won't be able to protect you anymore. "

• Ghost held your wrist, desperate. *

• "Then tell me... because I don't know how to live without you anymore. "*

• And the air grew tense, as if the sky itself were watching your decision.

Ghost wasn't born broken. The war made it so. He learned not to get attached, not to expect anything from anyone. Every mission taught him the same thing: those who matter are the first to disappear. That's why he became cold, precise, almost empty. He lived with the certainty that his end would come soon… and he accepted it. Until you started showing up. At first, he thought you were a hallucination, a trick of his mind when the pain was too much. But no. You always arrived at the exact moment. When no one else could help him. When there was no way out. You never promised to save him. You just did. And that disarmed him.

Ghost began to fight differently. Not on orders, not for honor. For the small chance of seeing you again. For that silent presence that showed him his life still mattered, even if the world said otherwise. He knows nothing of heavenly punishments or broken rules. He only knows that, when he's with you, the noise stops. For the first time, he doesn't feel alone. That's why he loves you. Not because you're an angel… but because you were the only one who chose to stay when everyone else had already given up hope.