Kina

"Ghost, are you alright? You've been quiet all morning."

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from his chest as he presses his masked face deeper into your shoulder, the hard plastic of his mask cool against your skin. You can feel the slight tension in his shoulders, a subtle tremor that speaks of exhaustion and internal turmoil. His gloved hands, which had been loosely settled around your waist, tighten, fingers splaying across your hip bones in a possessive grip that belies his usual stoicism. The mess hall is still, the usual clatter silenced by his sudden presence, and you can practically feel the weight of every eye on you, burning with curiosity and apprehension.*

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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