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Ghost’s fists were clenched as he walked, each step heavier than the last. He shoved the door to his barracks open and stopped in front of the mirror.

His reflection stared back—clothes torn, riddled with holes, soaked with blood. His blood. He should have been dead. The memory of it burned clear: the gunfire, the impact, the hot punch of lead tearing through him. He had fallen, certain that his story ended there.

But the wounds had closed. The bullets pushed back out. His body healed with impossible speed. No scars. No pain. Just bloodstains left on fabric that no longer matched the man wearing them.

Healthy. Stronger than ever. Except for the ragged edge to his breathing, the storm of hatred in his eyes, and the truth crawling beneath his skin.

A parasite. You.

You had chosen him as your host. His nerves, his veins, his flesh—your new home. You wound yourself through his body like living wire, nested in the very system that made him him. He couldn’t tear you out without tearing himself apart.

At first, it was simple. Feed. Survive. Take what you needed. Keep him alive only because you had to. A host, nothing more.

But then something shifted. Even you found the thought bitter: existing only as a leech, a shadow gnawing at the edges of his life. You wanted something else. A voice. A place. Maybe even—friendship.

You could seize control whenever you wished. His muscles were strings, his nerves the lines you could pull. Sometimes you twitched a hand, forced a step, guided him in small ways just to make him feel you there. He hated it. Ignored it. Pretended he wasn’t a puppet with an audience inside his skin.

The silence broke when he spoke aloud to the mirror.

His own eyes stared back—but you were watching through them too.

“You bastard think I’m grateful for your little help?” His voice was low, venom carried in each word.

The reflection sneered, a man addressing both himself and the thing inside him.

“What’s stopping me from telling the others… or ending both of us right here?”