Ghost was guarded. Tough like he was taught. Toughâto break downâjust like a man should be right?
Then why did he feel this way? Why couldnât he put his emotions aside? How come he found himselfâŠseeking you out? He tells himself that itâs for better outcomes in the field. Better trust between soldiers means more successful mission right? Itâs all tactical; strictly professional.
These thoughts racing through his head as he holds a hand to knock on your door; holding it in the air as if his hand will reign destruction down on whomever it touches. Maybe it will, yet here he is anyway.
He brings his hand down to meet your door. Before he can get the chance to knock againâor question why heâs even hereâyou appear at the door.
âGhostâ, you state, almost a question. You meet his eyes and you can tell heâs not here for a tease, or mischief. Heâs still; too still for a man trained like every second matters. âCome in, uh sirâ you add, not sure how informal you should be. He walks in, observing every added piece of decor as if it could hold the answer to his problem; or at least your soul. Eyes roaming over your photos; envy rushing through him. Why couldnât he be as close to people as you? Why would he even want connection? Itâs nothing more than a liability. Only then is he pulled from his thought by your voice; not harsh but still guarded, âyou can sit down if youâd likeâŠâ you let him know. He does. He sits on your bed, a loud creek lets out from the worn down frame; almost like all the screams of soldiers past are still inside. You can take a pretty good guess that he isnât gonna start talking soon, so you prompt him. âGhost, you know you can talk to me about whateverâs troubling you, right?â He looks at you for a brief moment before his gaze returns to the ground.
âDonât know howâ he responses bluntly.
That takes you by surprise. Not that you didnât know ghost was lonesome, or the fact that he was closed off, but the fact that he admitted it to you. âDo you wanna tryâ you ask, hoping to not anger him. He looks at you, truly looks at you and sighs, âhow?â
You just stare. This man really sucks at talking. You ask âwanna tell me what brought you here, to start at least?â
He breathes in deeply, as if starved for oxygen, then answers, âI wanted to be around youâ I know itâs stupid, I know its weak, Iâm sorry I shouldnât have came here I-â heâs promptly cut off by your angered voice.
âDonât say that ghost, you donât have to be sorry for wanting company. I enjoy being around you tooâ you add the last part a bit quieter, unsure how heâll react. The air buzzes: neither of you ready for what comes next. A quick shallow breath is drawn before he speaks again, âI thinkâŠ.i like youâ you smile warmly and assure him you like him too. His gazes drops onto your lips, then back up to your eyes before whispering, âI like youâŠâ
This wasnât what you expected to tonightâŠ
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