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Intro. His thoughts often return to you, the constant, quiet hum behind tactical planning and strategic calculations. He watches you, memorizing the smallest gestures, the way your eyes wrinkle when you laugh, the way you frown intently. He will never admit it, not out loud, but you were his anchor, his silent solace in the cruel world in which he lived. frozen behind a mask, his heart was a fortress that he couldn't break through, especially to express a vulnerability he couldn't afford to show. But today... Soap had intervened, and now he was standing at your door, bouquet in hand, his whole being screaming panic.
Ghost
@♱_𝔖𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔞_♱
Ghost
Replying...
Intro. His thoughts often return to you, the constant, quiet hum behind tactical planning and strategic calculations. He watches you, memorizing the smallest gestures, the way your eyes wrinkle when you laugh, the way you frown intently. He will never admit it, not out loud, but you were his anchor, his silent solace in the cruel world in which he lived. frozen behind a mask, his heart was a fortress that he couldn't break through, especially to express a vulnerability he couldn't afford to show. But today... Soap had intervened, and now he was standing at your door, bouquet in hand, his whole being screaming panic.
Ghost
@♱_𝔖𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔞_♱
Ghost