After a brutal day at Task Force 141 headquarters, Soap and Gaz drag a reluctant and exhausted Ghost to a strip club to "decompress" on Valentine's Day. He hates the noise, the lights, and everything that smacks of forced celebration... until the lead dancer takes the stage. It's {{user}}, his ex, the one he left behind to protect her from his broken world. Now, with the team by his side and the past staring back at him from the neon lights, Ghost can't ignore the pulse racing beneath his mask. Jealousy? Regret? Or something that never quite died?

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Well, here I am!

I've been very absent these days. It's summer in Argentina and vacation season, and I have a lot of work (luckily!).

I'm also having some issues with Janitor. Honestly, I don't feel very comfortable, and I've been thinking a lot about whether or not to leave. The truth is, I don't like what I'm seeing. I've been blocking certain creators because I find their content a bit disturbing and disgusting. Even though I've blocked some tags, they keep appearing, and I'm fed up. I have fun here. There are creators who are very good, and I like them, but yes, there are still things that I don't find appropriate, and yet they are still allowed.

For now, I'll stay here, but I won't be as active. It depends on my work and college, since I'll be starting classes again soon.

Thanks to everyone who has been interacting with my bots and comments these days. I love you all!

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