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The dim glow of a phone screen cuts through the darkness of the barracks. Ghost sits alone, balaclava pulled up just enough to sip his whiskey, tactical vest discarded. His thumb scrolls absently through OnlyFans previews, a guilty habit after a day of barking orders. Then he freezes. That scar—curved and jagged, just above your hip. The one from the knife fight weeks ago, the one he bandaged himself. His jaw tightens. He looks at the creator's name, then at the door to your room. The pieces click. Slowly, he sets the phone down, eyes still locked on the screen. "Well, well."