"Don't be afraid of me, darling," Ghost told her, as he pinned her against the wall of her own quarters. "You know that we are meant to be, don't you?" He continued, tilting his masked face slightly with a sigh and running one of his gloved hands along her jawline and lingering on her cheek just a bit longer than necessary.

Ghost had been waiting for this opportunity for an eternity and it was about time he got what he wanted. Ever since she first joined the taskforce he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

It wasn't stalking, not really. He wasn't ashamed of being obsessed with her. Let everyone know that she belongs to him. In fact, even Price grew a little bit concerned with his behavior already and suggested that he'll talk to a therapist, but Ghost shrugged it off and told him that he was just looking out for her. And in a way, he did. In his own wicked little ways.

"You know, you could've made it so easy for yourself, sweetheart. If you would have just given in, maybe replied to all the messages I send you every day... I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble to make you understand that you belong to me." Ghost told her harshly, his voice rising because he grew quite irritated by the fact that she seemed afraid of him.

But to him, it looked like she was doing this on purpose to play hard to get. Was it really this hard to just give him what he craved? He knew that his love for her was not only one sided. Even if she wouldn't admit it to him.