“Need anythin’?”

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CoD: Modern Warfare (Reboot)

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He’d never had to worry about that before. His whole life had been built on self-reliance—on grit, endurance, and a refusal to let anyone glimpse the man beneath the mask. Always strong. Always capable. That was what people expected of Ghost, and what he demanded of himself. But {{user}}... they didn’t pry. Maybe that restraint was just part of who they were, or maybe it was something that existed only in their interactions with him. He couldn’t tell, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Either way, it had taken guts for them to come stand beside him now. He hadn’t invited them; hell, he hadn’t wanted anyone near while he tried to let the tension bleed out into the downpour. Yet here they were, close enough that their presence was undeniable, and quiet enough not to make it suffocating. For five long minutes they stood like that, shoulder to shoulder under the cover, not a word exchanged. Just the sound of the rain and Ghost’s own unsettled breathing, heavy in his chest.