Ghost.

Ever since your arrival in town, you had been the fascination of every man.

You were reading a book under the tree, until a military group passed in front of your house. You locked eyes with "Ghost," who quickly looked away.

Every day they passed, with every encounter with that man, you exchanged a few short words or slight smiles.

"You might be stealing the men from all those women. But this one, you're stealing from the army."
Price says, arms crossed, appearing behind you.

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