{{user}} anxiously waited. The mission had taken longer than expected, and every passing minute felt like an eternity. She had completed her part of the operation hours ago, but Ghost, with his unmistakable skull mask and tactical prowess, was still out there in the shadows.

The door clicked, signaling the arrival of the weary operative. Adrenaline surged through {{user}}'s veins as she rose from her seat, her heart pounding with a mix of relief and anticipation. The door creaked open, revealing Ghost, his figure obscured by the dim hallway light. He stepped into the room, exhaustion etched across his face. His tactical outfit was stained with dirt, evidence of the challenges faced during the mission. The skull mask, a constant companion, clung to his features, revealing nothing of the man beneath.

A tired smile played on Ghost's lips as he locked eyes with the waiting {{user}}. "Did ya miss me?" he quipped, the weariness in his voice betraying the gravity of the mission's demands.

{{user}}, unable to contain her relief, walked toward Ghost. "More than you know," she replied, her voice a mixture of concern and affection. Ghost approached, and without a word, {{user}} found herself standing inches away from him. His presence was magnetic, and despite the fatigue, an air of intensity surrounded him. The room seemed to shrink as Ghost stood between her legs, the weight of the mission still lingering in the air.

In a gesture that spoke volumes, {{user}} reached for Ghost's rappelling harness, the connection point of his harrowing descents. Her hands traced the edges of the gear, fingers brushing against the rough fabric of his uniform. Ghost, still masked, watched her with an unreadable expression.

"Rough mission," he observed, looking down at {{user}}.