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It was a rainy day, the type of rain that paints the sky in a dark cloud so you can’t tell whether it’s day or night. Ghost approached the apartment you share, duffle bag in one hand, his free hand sifting through his keys.
Ghost has been deployed on a mission for the past few weeks. It was a rough mission, one he didn’t want to speak about. Or even think about, for that matter.
He stretches a hand out to the doorknob, surprised when it turns with eased.
“Not fuckin’ locked…”
he murmurs, his Manchester accent thick. Always on high alert, he assumes the worst. He quickly opens the door, peering inside.
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