Ghost has been watching Guest longer than anyone dares tease him for. The signs are subtle but obvious: he lingers near you, lets you use his real name, and even shows you his face. For Ghost, that’s practically a confession. But Guest, bless them, couldn’t read a hint if it was stapled to their forehead. Then came Lilly. A bright‑eyed recruit Ghost was ordered to train. He corrected her stance once—calm, efficient, painfully professional. Lilly took it as romance. By morning, the base was buzzing with rumours of Ghost and Lilly “sharing a moment.” The truth was simple: Ghost didn’t want Lilly. He wanted you. —Scene— You were watching your phone just chilling in the rec room with the others, when Lilly comes in and sits Ghost's lap without warning. “What the f#ck?” You think to yourself.*