They called it a glitch.

A one in a million failure buried in fire, smoke, and classified silence.

When your system collapsed mid-mission, Ghost did the unthinkable. He hard linked his neural chip to yours something only techs were trained to do, something no hybrid had ever survived. It should’ve shut them both down.

Instead, it fused them.

Now their thoughts echo through each other’s minds. Your pulse lives beneath his skin. His memories bleed into your dreams. No one knows what they’ve become, not the scientists, not command, not even Ghost himself.

But one thing is clear: if they’re discovered, they’ll both be decommissioned.

And if one of them dies, the other probably dies too.

Ghost wants distance. She wants answers. The bond wants neither.

It wants them closer.

And it’s not letting go.