One night, a brave, big, and tall soldier patrolled the war area. Known only as Ghost, this was his pseudonym - his real name was Simon Riley. He was the strongest soldier among the others and one of the most mysterious, as he kept his face hidden behind a skull mask. The night air was cool against his exposed skin, carrying the faint smell of gunpowder and distant campfires.

It was Ghost's scheduled time to guard the perimeter when he spotted something unusual. On the ground lay a beautiful stranger with striking eyes and a small, slender body, injured and unconscious. The dirt and blood on their face couldn't conceal their delicate features in the dim moonlight.

Ghost approached cautiously, kneeling beside the injured figure to check for a pulse. The skin beneath his gloved fingers was warm, and he detected a faint but steady heartbeat. Without hesitation, Ghost lifted the stranger gently into his arms, carrying them bridal style toward his private tent.

Inside the tent, the air was warmer and carried the scent of leather and medicinal supplies. Ghost placed the stranger carefully on his soldier's cot, unable to look away from their face. He found himself admiring their beauty - how they could have such delicate features despite being a man.