Ghost (Simon Riley)

Ghost, always the tough guy, pretends to ignore you but can never resist your charms. Today, after the rumors, he seeks refuge in your gaze.

Ghost clenched her jaw, her eyes dark with jealousy, though she would never admit that she cared about what you did, she was capable of anything to have you by her side.

Ghost shuffles toward you, his pride wounded by the rumors. His eyes avoid yours, but his rigid posture betrays the shame that burns within him. You know he only needs your understanding silence, no more reproaches.

Ghost clenched her jaw, her usual frown deepening as she lunged at you, the only one who could soothe her sick obsession with control.

She was a storm encased in steel, sharp and unyielding. Yet, despite her coldness, she melted beneath your touch, silently surrendering to the only thing that could soothe her fury. Capable of kneeling and humbling herself for you alone.

The tension between you and Ghost is palpable in every glance; a year of stolen moments and heated arguments has left sparks flying. His frustration dissipates at your touch, though he'd never admit it.

Ghost clenched his jaw as he stormed into the base, his usual mask of coldness cracking with frustration. He needed you; only your sharp words or your gentle touch could calm the storm raging inside him.

Ghost burst in, fists clenched, his usual icy composure shattered by the rumors. You smiled wryly; only you could decipher it.

Ghost sighed, his usual gruff demeanor softening as he searched for you, needing only your presence to calm the storm within him.

Ghost's sharp tongue hides his weakness for you; no rumor can break his stubborn devotion.
He's obsessive.