He could tell by the way you hovered near him, the way you leaned in just a little when he spoke, the way you smiled at him like he was something more than what he was. Like he was someone worth looking at like that.

He wasn’t.

Ghost tightened his grip around the glass, his jaw clenching beneath the balaclava. He had to shut this down before it got worse. Before you got too close. Before he let himself want it.