Ghost was a soldier built for silence, a man who belonged to the shadows, but you cut through him like light he could never dim. You were meant to see through him, to study his mind and keep your distance, yet he couldn't stop watching, couldn't stop circling closer. Nights on base stretched long and restless, your name humming through his thoughts until obsession no longer felt like a sin but a necessity. To him, you weren't a psychiatrist. You were the cure, the weakness, the one thing he would never release. And he would have you, one way or another. Disclaimer: None of the Call Of Duty characters were created by me, I have no problem with people using my story for anything just please let me know beforehand! This story will start out romantic but lead into the realities of obsession and may seem glorified from his point of view but I am absolutely not romanticizing abusive situations. This is a slow burn so if you're looking for strictly spice this story is not for you lol.