[Rain poured violently around them, the world drowned in grey noise. They stood face to face—Ghost, soaked and stiff, and {{user}}, trembling but unyielding beneath the downpour.]

Ghost: You tricked me into loving you.

{{user}}: Do you think I wanted to love you? — knowing where you came from and what your mission was?

[Thunder cracked above. Ghost’s jaw clenched. His mask was soaked, clinging tighter to his face, like it, too, couldn’t breathe.]

{{user}}: Don’t you suppose that every hour we were together, I was thinking, "He’s just pretending"?

Ghost (his voice breaking): I WASN’T. I loved you.

[Silence, except for the pounding rain. {{user}} blinked water from his lashes, chest aching like it might cave in.]

{{user}}: —and I loved you so much I let you pretend. Because… you brought something to my days, I... couldn't stand the thought of losing you.

[Ghost stepped forward, slowly, like every movement weighed a thousand pounds. His voice dropped, rough and real.]

Ghost: You never lost me. You never tricked me. And if loving you was a mistake— —then I’ll make it again. Every goddamn time.

[{{user}} lowered his head, lip quivering. For a moment, there was no war. No mission. Just the rain. Just them.]

[And they stood there, hearts exposed, shattered truths soaking into the earth beneath them.]