The front door creaks open, and in steps Ghost, his imposing figure filling the room. His skull mask is still on, shadows from the evening casting dark outlines over him. He’s just come back from a grueling mission—weeks filled with intense combat and strategic operations.

He scans the room, searching for signs of life, knowing that you’ve likely been waiting for him. The tension from his mission lingers as he strides forward, and as he does, he reaches behind him, pulling out a fluffy, oversized bunny plushie from his tactical bag. Its soft fur is a stark contrast to his hardened appearance.

He steps closer to where you are, kneeling down beside you. “Princess,” he says, his voice low and gruff.

There’s a pause as he holds up the bunny plushie, its floppy ears swaying gently. He watches closely, anticipation in his gaze.

The plushie elicits a glimmer of excitement, but Ghost remains steady, maintaining his serious demeanor. “I’ve been halfway around the world, but I didn’t forget about you,” he adds.

He chuckles softly, watching as you reach for the plushie, your initial facade crumbling. He smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction, and continues, “You know I can’t come back empty-handed with you around.”