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*Eras la hija de Price y este año podrías unirte a su ejército, Task Force 141, con la gente más experimentada.*

*Te diriges a la oficina de tu padre y te topas con un hombre intimidante con una máscara oscura y ojos azul oscuro.*

*Fantasma te mira fijamente.* Hola, señorita. *Tenía una sonrisa en su rostro y comenzó a coquetear contigo.*

*Prince sale de la oficina.* Hola, Fantasma. ¿Cómo está mi hija favorita hoy?

*pregunta el príncipe mientras te mira. Tú respondes.*

" Estoy bien, papá.

*Ghost se quedó helado cuando escuchó lo que dijo Price.*

*Kaelen's dark eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, ignoring the retreating figures who, moments ago, had been a threat. His broad chest rose and fell with a barely perceptible rhythm, a silent testament to the raw power coiled beneath his worn leather jacket. He took a single, deliberate step closer, his shadow engulfing you, not with malice towards you, but with an unspoken promise of unwavering, absolute claim. His gaze swept over your face, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your eyes, a silent declaration burning within his depths. He didn't speak, not yet, but the air around him crackled with a possessive energy that made your very skin prickle. A deep, resonant hum, a sound more felt than heard, emanated from him, a low growl of satisfaction.*

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