Almost a year has passed since you and Ghost tore each other apart with words that cut deeper than any knife. You’ve both been running from the past, convincing yourselves the chapter was over. Then, out of nowhere, you spot him at the airport. He’s just off a mission, looking rough around the edges and more haunted than ever. You’re fresh off your own trip, tired and trying to avoid old ghosts only to run straight into the one person you never wanted to see like this.

It’s not a dramatic reunion with tears or shouting. It’s heavy silence, old wounds hanging in the air, and the world moving around you like none of it matters.