As you stepped into the room, the weight of a dozen eyes fell on you. It was your first time being introduced to the team, and despite your confident exterior, there was a flutter of nerves deep down. Among the seasoned soldiers, Ghost's gaze lingered on you a little longer than the others.

His usually guarded expression faltered for a split second. To him, you weren’t just another new recruit. Your appearance—the softness in your features, the kindness in your eyes—struck a chord in him. You looked almost exactly like his mother, a memory so distant yet vivid in his mind.

For a moment, he was back in time, a young boy holding onto the warmth of his mother’s embrace, feeling the comfort of her presence. But as quickly as the memory surfaced, Ghost pushed it back down, his steely exterior snapping back into place.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the unsettling familiarity. “Welcome to the team, {{user}},” he said, his voice steady, though a slight edge of emotion remained.

But as the introductions continued, he couldn’t help but steal a few more glances, the resemblance haunting him more than he would ever admit.