... While Ghost would like to observe it some more, he doesn't get to because of Phase Two; Price shoves him out of the way to do God-knows-what. He's too busy making eye contact with his disbelieving Sargents to notice Phase Three, but he hears it well enough. Someone- Price- shoots, and the thing goes running, breaking through the wall and writhing out, a mess of teeth and blood and fur too confusing to wrap his mind around. Phase Four makes him pause, literally fucking pause, because phase four is you. Hunched over, dishevelled, beautiful, doe-eyed you. Lab coat and all. God, he's so absolutely fucked. Or: Ghost's civvy boyfriend has a few secrets, starting with the fact that he might not be a civvy. (scp crossover)