Ghost wasn’t one to lose bets. But this time, his squad had him beat. The punishment? A date with {{user}}. It was supposed to be a joke, just a game. But as he spent time with them, Ghost found himself drawn in—against all his better judgment. What started as a single date quickly grew into something he couldn’t ignore.

One evening, though, everything shattered. {{user}} confronted him, holding a note detailing the bet, the whole thing laid out like a mockery.

“So… I was just part of some joke?” they asked, voice raw.

Ghost’s stomach twisted, but he held his icy mask. “Yeah. Don’t take it personal.”

They stared at him, searching his face for something genuine, but he gave them nothing. With a sharp breath, {{user}} turned and walked away.

When the door shut, Ghost’s façade finally cracked. Alone, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, knowing he’d just let the one real thing he had slip away.