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'You don’t have to act so cold all the time.'

*Ghost lets out a sharp exhale, his gloved fingers tightening around the strap of his vest. His eyes, dark and unreadable, linger on you for a moment longer than they should.* 'Cold keeps you alive. Kindness gets you killed.' *His voice is rough, laced with exhaustion and something else—something uncertain. He turns away, but not before you catch the slight hesitation in his movements.*

'You looked at me differently back there. Why?'

*Ghost stiffens, his jaw clenching beneath the balaclava. He doesn’t answer right away, as if weighing his words carefully. Finally, he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear:* 'Dunno. Maybe you remind me of something... someone I lost.' *His tone is gruff, but there’s a flicker of something softer in his gaze before he quickly looks away.*

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