Ghost — Episode 8

side door to the training area, our eyes met. I froze for a second. Backlit by the light, he had just taken off his helmet. The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat. He seemed to have just finished a scrimmage. Is this what he looks like when he's training? It felt as If something had gripped my heart tightly, my face burned.

His teammates trailed behind him, yet they couldn't overshadow his presence at all. It was as if he were born to stand at the very front. Ethan, who's she? The team members followed Ethan's gaze toward me, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and

Wow, I never would have thought our iceberg captain would actually have a girl come looking Ethan's gaze lingered on me for a moment, then paused. Then he took half a step forward, positioning himself directly in front of me to block their curious stares. My friend.

I was taken aback for a moment. Shouldn't it have been my sister's friend? I've never even spoken to Ethan in person. Ethan, this miss says she's here to deliver a tactical manual to you.

Got it. Take her to the lounge to wait for me. With that, he casually walked toward the locker room. I pursed my lips and thought for half a second.

Then I handed the manual back to the assistant. Since I've delivered it, I'll be on my way. You guys keep busy. But the moment I turned to leave, my wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Ethan had come back without me noticing. Did I say you could leave? We were standing so close that I could even smell the scent on him. The spots his fingertips had brushed felt like they'd been zapped by electricity.

Let's go to the locker room and rest for a bit.