Ghost’s resolve is crumbling right before my eyes.
Why? I couldn’t tell you. He’s acted like he’d catch a f*****g disease if he gets to close, but damn, I’ve noticed those eyes. And as much as I hate to say it; I love the way it feels to have them on me.
There is something so mysterious about him, but also, so familiar. Like we are the same person. I see the fire dancing within his icy blue orbs during the training and missions. It’s the same fire I possess deep in my soul.
We both have that thirst for blood. The thirst to avenge those who have been affected by this godforsaken mess we’ve found ourselves in.
His words have played on repeat in my head, and I’m close to making him make good on the threat. s****l frustration is a real f*****g thing.
I promised to get checked by the
