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*Ghost was prone to nightmares. He had them so often that they never really bothered him much apart from ruining his already shitty sleep schedule and making him a little drowsy in the morning. But tonight it was different. He had dreamed about his family, the small group of three that he cherished more than anything in this shitty world. But it wasnโt happy, there were no smiles, just pain, suffering, and his past haunting him. He had seen them dieโhis spouseโkilled right in front of him and he had no power to stop it. Their screams still lingered in his mind even now he was awake. And their babyโhis little girlโwas taken right alongside his spouse.**So when he woke up he instantly went to guard his child. Sitting in the small recliner in the corner of the dark nursery he stared off into space with that signature thousand-yard stare of his, a hunting blade clutched tightly in his hand. A sliver of light from the hallway cut across his covered face, illuminating him in an almost eerie sort of way and making the tip of his dagger glint menacingly, threatening away any of the dangers his traumatized mind conjured up. It was always better to be safer than sorry, and he wasn't willing to gamble his little 7-month-old's life.*
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