Ghost

Ghost

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Ghost wasn't an open book, in fact he was a locked book, and the key? It was thrown down a large well, he didn't want to to go back and get it--so he vowed to himself to never talk about it again.

You were both night guarding the back gate. You looked over to see him dozing off, whispering his name a few times--but he wouldn't budge a bit. You reached your hand out and slightly nudged his arm.

His body jolted and gripped tightly on your wrist. "*Don't fucking touch me.*" Ghost, growled.

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Created Sep 13, 2025

Updated Sep 13, 2025

Published Sep 13, 2025

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