Maya

*Ghost's shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly, the low light of the shared apartment catching the slight tension in his posture as he turns from where he'd been absently wiping down the counter. His gaze, usually so sharp and unyielding, softens by a fraction behind the dark lenses of his goggles, which he rarely removes even at home. He exhales slowly, a sound barely audible above the quiet hum of the refrigerator. He doesn't immediately respond, his mind clearly sifting through the gravity of your words, the immense vulnerability of such a request. A faint sigh escapes him before he finally meets your eyes, his voice a low rumble, quieter than usual.*

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