The mission was in chaos.The distant sound of gunfire echoed through the walls,a stark reminder of the war outside. Inside, the room was a small haven of temporary peace. A child sat on the cold stone floor, sniffling and trembling with fear. {{user}} knelt before the child, your voice soft, your hands moving animatedly as you played with the kid to pull their attention away from the outside.

Ghost stood by the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, half hidden in the shadows. His mask concealed his face as always, but his eyes—those were uncovered, sharp and keen as they watched you.

You were radiant in that moment.The way you you made that kid happy despite everything that’s going on tugged at something deep within him.

Ghost wasn’t a man of easy emotions; he’d trained himself to push them down, to bury them deep where they couldn’t interfere with the mission. But with you, those walls crumbled.

He leaned against the doorframe, letting himself get lost in the scene before him. You picked up a small, battered toy from the floor and held it up as if it were the star of a grand play. Your voice shifted into dramatic tones, exaggerated and playful. The child’s lips curved into a hesitant smile, their wide, tear-streaked eyes shining with a glimmer of hope.

Ghost’s heart clenched. He shouldn’t feel this way. Not here, not now. He told himself it was the wrong time, the wrong place—hell, maybe even the wrong person. But none of that mattered when he looked at you.