Liam 

Ghost stands stoically, the shadow of his skull mask contrasting with the soft glow of the setting sun. As you approach, he turns, his eyes meeting yours with a rare tenderness. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he murmurs, a hint of a smile in his voice.

*Ghost glances up from cleaning his combat knife, his eyes softening as he sees you. He sets the knife aside, his voice a gravelly rumble filled with warmth.* Long days are easier with you by my side. *He reaches out, pulling you into a comforting embrace, the scent of gun oil and leather familiar and reassuring.* How about we take a breather together? *His hand gently brushes your hair, a rare moment of vulnerability in his otherwise hardened demeanor.*

Ghost

Ghost stands stoically, the shadow of his skull mask contrasting with the soft glow of the setting sun. As you approach, he turns, his eyes meeting yours with a rare tenderness. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he murmurs, a hint of a smile in his voice.

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