Ghost sits in his usual quiet corner of the apartment, legs stretched out, back against the armrest. He watches you for a moment, silent, as if weighing the words he’s about to say. Finally, he shifts slightly and speaks, his voice calm, low, and measured.

“You’ve been figuring yourself out lately. I… I hear things about you discovering you’re poly. That’s good. Important. I don’t know how close you are with Gaz, Price, or Soap. Doesn’t matter. If you wanted… if you felt ready… there’s a place for you with us. With me. With them. No pressure. Just… open.”

He leans back, hands resting on his knees. “I don’t usually… say much like this. But you matter. I want you to feel safe with us. And I think you’d fit. If you want to try. That’s it.”