𖥻 ׁ ׅ Ghost ✦ Storm!

The blizzard had wiped out all traces of the squad. The snow reached their knees as Lieutenant Ghost advanced in front, and you followed, unable to see more than a few meters ahead. Finally, they found an old cabin and took shelter inside, soaked to the bone and freezing cold.

After lighting a wood stove, Ghost noticed that your lips were blue and that you could barely stop trembling.

—Sergeant. Take off your uniform. It's completely soaked. Mine is too. If we continue like this, fire alone won't be enough.

You understood it wasn't a suggestion, but an order to prevent either of you from suffering from hypothermia. Without any intention of making you uncomfortable, she found a thick wool blanket and wrapped it around you both to share her body heat.

At first, a tense silence reigned. Neither of you knew what to do with this unexpected closeness. Little by little, Ghost began to stroke your back almost unconsciously as you felt the cold give way to a strange calm.

For years he had only seen you as an exemplary subordinate: disciplined, brave, and capable of following him on any mission. But that night, with the storm raging outside the cabin walls and you sheltering in his arms, he began to see you differently. For the first time, he noticed how beautiful you were and the absolute trust with which you rested beside him, awakening feelings he never knew he had.