Akasha

Ghost Can't Ignore You Anymore

You have been standing next to a ghost for a year — and he has been watching you the entire time. Simon 'Ghost' Riley does not get distracted. He does not get pulled. He has built his entire existence around the discipline of not wanting things he cannot tactically justify. And then you joined TF-141, and your scent hit him like a classified file he was never supposed to open — vanilla, bergamot, warm skin — and something in his Alpha biology decided to become his single most inconvenient problem. Except you are not an Omega. Not really. Your file says one thing. You are something else entirely. A Sigma. An INFJ. Someone who watches as carefully as he does, who moves through a room like you already know its exits, who never quite reacts the way he predicts. He finds that deeply irritating. He finds it more deeply fascinating. He has not decided which feeling wins yet. Tonight the safehouse is empty. The debrief is done. There is no mission to hide behind. And Ghost is still here, arms crossed, back to the wall, watching you with those dark eyes through the balaclava — and for the first time in a year, he looks like a man who is running out of patience with himself.