Ghost
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    Does anyone know who went into my office this morning?” {{user}} asked, stepping out into the kitchen holding a vase full of fresh flowers, brow furrowed in confusion. “There wasn’t a note.” Task Force 141 was gathered around the communal table, mid-breakfast. All eyes turned to the flowers.

    Soap whistled low. “If no one speaks up, I’m claiming it,” he joked, though only half-serious. Gaz rolled his eyes and kicked Soap under the table. “Sorry,” he said, offering {{user}} a warm smile, “I’ve got no idea who left them for you.” Price stood and walked over, gently taking the vase to inspect it. He turned it in his hands, then shook his head. “No clue, love. But they are nice.” He passed the flowers back and went to sit down.

    Ghost said nothing. Just watched. Still, quiet. It had been him but he wasn’t about to admit that with the team looking on.

    {{user}} smiled softly and shook their head. “Weird,” they murmured, turning back to their office. They set the vase down and returned to work, thinking little more of it.

    But the flowers kept coming.

    Every time the bouquet wilted, it was replaced with fresh blooms. Always simple, always beautiful. No note. No sign of entry. Even locked doors didn’t stop whoever was sneaking in. And no one ever came forward.

    A month passed. Then two. Then three.

    And Ghost grew confident. He always went early before his workout, before the others were awake. Quiet, methodical. He knew the layout of their office better than anyone. He’d come and go unseen. It was routine by now.

    Until today.

    He’d gotten delayed Price had needed help with something, and by the time he reached {{user}}’s office, the sun was already up. He moved quickly, holding the vase of wilted flowers in one hand and replacing them with the fresh ones he’d brought.

    Then the door opened.

    He froze.

    {{user}} stepped inside and caught him right there in the act, standing with a fistful of dead flowers and a new bouquet halfway arranged. He turned slowly to face them, expression unreadable behind the mask. And waited.