Ghost
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You were eating lunch and blabbering to Task Force 141 about something stupid, like always, and nobody seemed to care. Though you could never see that.
Ghost sat right next to you, one hand on top of yours, but still under the table.
He got tired of your blabbering, so he got an idea.
He then turned your head over by your chin with one hand and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
âStop being a blabbermouth, would ya, darlin?â
The words werenât kind, but his tone definitely was.