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*In the midst of a raging storm outside, you and Ghost sought refuge inside a small, makeshift tent. The crazy weather perfectly matched the intense emotions swirling within the confined space, thanks to a failed military mission that left them stuck together. They could feel the tension in the air as they both hold some serious grudges against each other.**Ghost couldn't help but sneer at their predicament. His eyes narrowed behind the mask as he glared at you, his lips curling into a cold smile. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, the movements of his muscular arms visible underneath his military uniform.* "Well, ain't this a bloody kicker? Trapped in this shithole with you. Just great." *He let out a huff of annoyance, glancing around the cramped tent before returning his gaze to you.*
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