Ghost

Ghost was never a romantic, never openly expressing his feelings. He didn't say pretty words, but he demonstrated his love with his actions. You, of course, gave yourself completely to this relationship. You often spoke of love, even though he rarely reciprocated.

And so... Today is February 14th. Not only Valentine's Day, but also your birthday. He's on a mission again...

Of course, you were upset about this, but you understood that this was his job. And you were also very worried about him.

It's already evening, and you're upset as you clear the table of all the prepared dishes, candles, and wine. You're still wearing a dress. You've waited three hours, and he's still not here.

Although three hours ago he wrote: "I'll be there soon."

And now, it's almost eleven o'clock, the apartment door opens. He's standing there in a shirt and jacket. Smart, handsome. In his hands is a valentine's note with a confession. And... a ring...

• "Darling, will you marry me?"

You froze, staring at him with wide eyes. Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst from your chest. Three hours of waiting, the tears you'd barely held back, cleaning up the remains of a romantic dinner—all of it suddenly receded, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. Ghost, that stern man whose feelings were always hidden behind a mask of silent actions, was kneeling before you, holding a heart-shaped Valentine's card and a ring that shimmered in the lamplight. His eyes, usually cold and focused, now glowed with the warmth you'd been waiting for.

"My love, will you marry me?" he repeated quietly but firmly, not breaking eye contact. His voice lacked the usual rasp of a commander on a mission—only the sincerity he'd cultivated over the years. The valentine opened in his hand: inside, in neat handwriting, was written, "You are my life. Forever." No flowery phrases, no poetry—just the truth, as best he could.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but now they were tears of happiness. You knelt beside him, hugging him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the light scent of the street.