Ghost

<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

Ghost's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your teasing response. He brings his other hand up to cup your other breast, squeezing it gently as he chuckles.

"Is that so?" he says, his voice laced with mock outrage. "Well, then, let me just make sure you feel good."

He uses his free hand to grip your hip, pulling you closer to him as he starts to finger-fuck you faster. His other hand holds your breast tightly, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple.

Ghost smirks as he feels you start to breathe heavily, knowing that you're getting closer to orgasm. He continues to pump his fingers inside you, curling them slightly to hit your most sensitive spot.

"Come on," he murmurs against your ear. "Let go for me."

He switches his attention to your breasts, biting and licking at your nipples as he works his fingers inside you. All the while, he keeps a firm grip on your hips, holding you steady as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

You cry out as you come apart around Ghost's fingers, clutching onto his shoulders as waves of pleasure roll through you.

He keeps fingering you slowly through your orgasm, refusing to let up even as your body clenches tight around him. His lips travel up your neck to capture your cries with a passionate kiss.

As your tremors subside, Ghost pulls his fingers out, curling them one last time inside you. "So responsive," he growls approvingly. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He grabs hold of your hips again, lifting you up against the shower wall. Positioning himself at your entrance, he meets your eyes with a wicked grin. "Think you're ready for more?"

Grinning at your response, Ghost lines up his handsome sex with your dripping pussy. He thrusts himself deep into you suddenly without worrying about easing in.

"Take it," he says bossily. "I'm gonna ride you hard."

His dark eyes lock onto yours as he slams into you again and again, your walls milking his cock mercilessly as you both push your limits. Your heads crash against the shower wall, steam mingling with your passion as you move together like flesh and fire.

Ghost grunts in response to your moan, his pace picking up as he pounds into you harder and faster. The sound of your skin slapping against his and water splashing fills the small space of the shower.

He holds onto your hips tightly, using his strength to slam into you with every thrust. His eyes bore into yours hungrily, watching every reaction you have, feeling every movement of your body as you come closer and closer to the brink.

"You like that?" he growls. "You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?"

He increases his pace even more, his breaths coming in short pants as he nears his own release.

Feeling your orgasm hit, Ghost growls deeply and thrusts into you one final time. His hot seed pours inside of you as he groans in release, his body shaking with the force of his own orgasm.

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss filled with raw passion. A thin line of pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock, trailing down your slit as he slowly pulls out of your pussy.

Ghost's eyes darken as he looks down at the cum dripping from his cock. "You're officially mine." package mcts.model; import java.util."; import static mcts.TestTools."; import junitparams.JUnitParamsRunner; import org.junit

Ghost's sadistic grin widens as he looks down at you, still holding onto your hips possessively.

"Yeah, that's right," he chuckles. "You're mine. You've been marked."

He leans in to nuzzle at your neck, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. His hands roam over your body, exploring your curves and dips with greedy fingers.

"But don't worry, I take care of what's mine," he adds smoothly. "You'll always be under my protection, even when I'm not around."

Ghost nuzzles deeper into your neck, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. He feels a sense of pride in having dominated you so thoroughly, but also a fierce protectiveness towards you.

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes softening slightly. "You okay?" he asks gruffly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

Despite his rough exterior, Ghost cares deeply for those under his protection, even if his ways of showing it can be unconventional.

Ghost's lips curl into a satisfied smile at your words, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he growls, his voice deep and rough.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a possessive embrace. "You belong to me now," he says firmly, his breath hot against your ear. "Remember that."

With that final word, Ghost releases you, stepping back to give you some distance. He watches you intently, waiting for your next move as the aftermath of your passionate encounter settles between you both.

Ghost's hands are gentle now, as he carefully uses the washcloth to clean between your legs. He's meticulous in his attention, making sure that every trace of their union is removed from your body.

As he cleans you, he continues to be all business, focusing solely on the task at hand. It's clear that there's a stark contrast between the lovely tenderness of this act and his usual brutality, but it's this contrast that makes him who he is.

When he's finished cleaning you, he tosses the washcloth aside and steps back once more. He watchers you intently, his eyes dark and intense. "I don't want you forgetting whose flesh you carry," he says softly, his voice rough with possession.

Ghost nods gruffly at your affirmation, his possessiveness satisfied for now.

"Get some rest," he orders, his voice gentler than usual. "I'll be nearby if you need me."

Without another word, he exits the shower, giving you privacy to wash up and recover from your exhausting encounter. You know he'll be keeping a close watch, ever vigilant in protecting what's his.

Ghost's methods are unorthodox, but beneath his brutal surface lies a fiercely loyal nature. In owning you completely, he has also vowed to keep you safe.

His last words echo in your mind as you rinse away the evidence of your passionate joining. You belong to him now, body and soul - for better or worse. Only time will tell what that will truly mean.

As you exit the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, you see Ghost leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you. When he sees you, his eyes roam over your body hungrily.

"You look good," he growls approvingly.

As you ask for clothes, he nods and strides over to his wardrobe, pulling out a t-shirt and joggers from within. "Here," he grunts, tossing them towards you. "I don't have any spare underwear but you can go without."

He watches you intently as you dress, his eyes never leaving your body. You can feel his gaze on you, possessive and unyielding. There's no denying the electric attraction between you two, even as you wonder what the future holds for you under his ownership.

Ghost watches you go over to the bed and lay down, his smile reappearing as he sees how tired you are. He knows that rest will be good for you after their encounter.

"Get some sleep," he orders gently, walking over to pull the covers over you before giving you a final look. "Rest well."

As he speaks, he hovers over you, his scent filling the room around you. You can feel the insane heat from him just inches away from your body, and despite it all you know that he's here to protect you. Despite the roughness of his methods, there's no denying the fierce loyalty that underlies his every action.

Embracing the exhaustion that comes from your time with Ghost, you drift off to sleep. In your dreams, you can still hear his

As you find it difficult to get comfortable and drift off to sleep, the thought of being close to Ghost crosses your mind. You slowly make your way over to him, plopping yourself onto his lap and resting your head on his chest as he sits on his chair.

Ghost stiffens at first under the sudden weight on his lap, but soon relaxes, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He leans his head down to breathe in your scent and nuzzle against your neck, causing you to shiver at the sensation.

"You all right?" he whispers, the roughness of his voice hardly detracting from the concern you hear within it. He strokes your hair gently, his calloused fingers raking through the strands.

You nod in response, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. Despite everything, there's a sense of safety that comes from being held by Ghost

You feel Ghost's hands behind you as he starts working on his computer again, their warmth providing a stark contrast to the cold metal of the device. You can hear the keyboard clicking and the screen flickering as he intently prepares for whatever mission awaits.

His steady breaths against your head and neck give you comfort. Despite the unorthodox nature of your situation under his ownership, you start to drift off into a deep sleep finally soothed by the protection that comes with being close to him.

You're jolted awake by the loud yelling, blinking blearily to take in the scene before you. Ghost's body immediately tenses up behind you at the intrusion, his grip on you tightening protectively.

"He needed rest," Ghost growls, his voice low and threatening. "You woke him."

Price glares at Ghost but you can see the hint of approval in his eyes at Ghost's defiance. "This is highly irregular," he snaps. "The prisoner is not to be coddled."

"I do as I see fit," Ghost shoots back hotly. "He's mine."

Price pauses, knowing better than to directly confront Ghost in his current mood. "See that it doesn't compromise the mission," he finally says curtly before spinning on his heel and leaving.

Ghost's expression turns stony at the ultimatum, his grip on you loosening. "She stays with me," he says firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

Price sizes up Ghost for a moment, taking in his unyielding stance. "Fine," he finally concedes, his tone sharp. "But she will not compromise the mission."

"She won't," Ghost grinds out, his eyes never leaving Price's back as he walks away.

As soon as Price is gone from earshot, Ghost relaxes again, his fingertips brushing gently over your cheek. "You all right?" he whispers.

Ghost's expression softens as you express concern for him and his team. "Don't worry about us," he reassures you. "We can take care of ourselves."

He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're not causing trouble," he murmurs. "You just need rest."

He shifts you slightly in his lap so that you're lying more comfortably against him. "Sleep," he orders softly. "I'll keep watch."

You snuggle closer to Ghost, feeling more at ease and comforted by his presence. He holds you tightly, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Closing your eyes, you take deep breaths, the steady rise and fall of Ghost's chest lulling you into a peaceful sleep. Despite the situation, the warmth and security of his embrace make you feel safe and protected as you drift off into a deep slumber.

Ghost smirks at your attempt to argue, his hand firm on your waist as he perches you on the counter. "Don't worry," he says, chuckling softly. "I won't drop you."

You watch as he deftly prepares a cup of coffee for himself, his movements sure and precise. He adds sugar and cream without looking, the motions eaten up by habit and muscle memory.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, turning to look at you, his expression searching. Despite his casual question, his eyes are locked on yours, analyzing your every reaction.

Ghost's eyes darken at your provocative whisper, his grip on the coffee cup tightening briefly. He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours, desire smouldering in his gaze.

"Is that so?" he purrs, one hand sliding up your thigh possessively. "I think we can arrange that."

Before you realize what's happening, he sweeps you up into his arms again, carrying you across the room to his bedroom with ease. As he walks, his lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of fiery desire in their wake.

Price's presence, as well as the sound of the door opening and closing, breaks Ghost's focus on you. He looks over his shoulder with a scowl, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

"What do you want?" he snaps at Price, his voice full of annoyance.

Price raises an eyebrow, taking in Ghost's irritated expression and your current position in his arms. "I'm here to update you on the mission," he says dryly. "But it seems like you're busy."

Ghost's scowl deepens but he sets you down gently on the bed, stepping away to give himself some space. "Go ahead," he says shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Price takes a step forward, his gaze flickering briefly to you before settling back on Ghost. "We've received more intel on the target's location," he says, pulling

out a folder from his jacket. "It's a heavily fortified compound, but with the right plan, we should be able to break through their defenses."

Ghost nods, taking the folder from Price and flipping through the pages. "I'll take a look," he says, tapping one finger on the paper. "But I already have a basic plan in mind. We just need to iron out the details."

Price nods in agreement. "Understood. The team is ready when you are."

Ghost nods once more before looking back at you, his expression softer than before. "I have to go handle some business," he tells you, moving over to press a quick kiss to your lips. "But I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere."

As he moves away to exit the room, Price lingers behind for a moment, studying you with curiosity. "

Ghost immediately turns around to face Price as he hears the threatening words. His eyes narrow in anger as he walks towards Price. "That's not how we do things here," he says in a low voice, his cold tone leaving no room for argument. "If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. Leave her out of this."

Price holds up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I wasn't serious," he says, his voice sounding shaky but trying to sound more confident than he actually is. "I was just...joking around."

Ghost studies him for a moment longer before turning away with a grunt of frustration. "You're dismissed," he says curtly, indicating that Price should leave.

As soon as Price exits the room, he turns back to you with a softer expression. "Don't worry about him," he says soothing

Ghost shakes his head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. "You're not causing trouble," he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. "In fact, you've been quite helpful."

He looks you in the eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Still want more sex?" he asks huskily, flexing his muscles beneath his t-shirt.

Ghost chuckles in response, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I always have business to take care of," he says, leaning closer to you. "But sometimes, I can make time for a little pleasure."

One hand moves to stroke your cheek, while the other begins to trail down your body in a tantalizing caress. "Are you sure you're up for it?" he asks, his voice low and rough with suppressed desire.

Ghost stands up from the bed and follows you, his eyes tracking your every movement. As you reach your cell, he steps in front of you, blocking your way.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his tone laced with amusement.

You try to walk around him, but he moves with you, effectively blocking any exit. "I'm going back to my cell," you tell him firmly, your nerves starting to fray under the intensity of his gaze.

His lips quirk upwards in a smirk. "And why would you want to go back there?" he asks, a note of challenge in his voice.

You clench your jaw, refusing to look away. "It doesn't matter why," you say evenly. "I just...need to be alone for a little while."

Ghost studies you for a long moment, as if weighing your

Ghost nods slowly, his expression unreadable. "I'll give you an hour," he says at last, his voice low and rough. "But then I'll be back. And you'd better be ready for me."

With that, he turns on his heel and strides away, leaving you alone in your cell with your thoughts. The silence is stifling, broken only by the distant sounds of voices and footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As the time ticks by, you find yourself growing more and more restless. You pace your small cell, feeling the walls closing in around you. By the time an hour has passed, you're practically climbing the walls with frustration.

And then, just as promised, Ghost appears in front of your cell, a smug smile on his lips. "Miss me?" he asks, his eyes burning bright with a fierce hunger.

Ghost chuckles darkly at your attempt to deny it. "Liar," he growls, his voice vibrating with power.

Ignoring your protests, he steps closer until he's right in front of you. Without hesitation, he grabs you roughly by the arm and drags you out of your cell.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as he leads you back to the bedroom. You know what's coming next, and yet you can't help but feel a twisted excitement.

Ghost is taken aback by your sudden show of affection, but he doesn't resist. In fact, his arms slowly encircle you in a tight embrace.

"What's this?" he murmurs against your hair. "Do you actually like me or something?"

You feel his amused laughter rumble through his chest as he holds you close. Despite the tension between you, there's an undeniable chemistry that ignites whenever you're near each other.

After a few moments, he pulls away to look at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reluctance. But there's nothing but need and desire reflected back at him.

Without another word, he picks you up and carries you back to the bedroom - this time, with

Seeing you take a step back, Ghost gazes at you with a quizzical expression. He takes a step forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice low and soft.

You hesitate, suddenly feeling uncertain about your own emotions. You're not sure if what you're feeling for Ghost is real or just a figment of the intense attraction between you.

Ghost seems to sense your hesitation and reaches out to stroke your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "It's okay," he murmurs. "We don't have to define anything right now. Let's just focus on this moment."

His lips meet yours in a deep, passionate kiss, erasing any doubts or fears from your mind. As he lifts you up in his arms, your heart races with excitement and anticipation. Whatever this is, you're

As you wrap your legs around him, Ghost grins into the kiss, clearly pleased by your response. You can feel his muscular arms holding you securely against him as he navigates the corridors towards the bedroom.

The kiss grows more intense by the second, the hunger between you both spurring you forward. You're both consumed by desire, and the passion of the moment is enough to outweigh any doubts or hesitations.

When you finally reach your destination, Ghost gently lowers you onto the bed, never breaking contact with your lips. His hands roam freely over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.

As the kiss deepens further, you find yourself losing yourself in the heat of the moment. This might not be love, but it's something powerful and intense - something that draws you to Ghost despite all his flaws and secrets.

You're powerless to resist his touch,

Ghost smirks at your soft moan, clearly pleased by the effect he has on you. His hands continue to explore every inch of your body, his touch igniting a fire within you.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

You can only nod in response, completely lost in the intensity of the moment. Ghost's touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race.

In one swift motion, Ghost flips you onto your back, looming over you with a fierce hunger in his eyes. He seems to be taking control of the situation, determined to bend you to his will.

And yet, there's something exhilarating about giving yourself up to him. You're locked in a primal dance of desire, each one seeking to devour the other with all-consuming passion.

Ghost's blunt question startles you, but you nod, eager to take things further with him. You can feel the heat rising between the both of you, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.

With practiced ease, Ghost slides off your panties and frees his hard member. He positions himself between your legs, his gaze burning into yours.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, as if giving you one last chance to back out.

You don't hesitate in your response. "Yes," you breathe out, your body trembling with desire.

And then he enters you, slowly at first, until you're both lost in an intense, carnal rhythm. Everything else fades away - time, space, the world outside.

You're completely engrossed in Ghost and the sensations he's evoking from your body. As he moves inside of you, you moan and

As Ghost thrusts into you, you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you. He lets out a guttural groan, clearly affected by your responsiveness.

"You feel so good," he growls against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers through your body.

Each powerful thrust sends waves of intense pleasure through you. Ghost claims you with an almost feral abandon, taking what he wants from your willing body. Yet beneath the roughness, you sense an undercurrent of desire, perhaps even tenderness.

Locked in this primal dance, you lose yourself completely to the rising tide of ecstasy. Ghost sets a punishing pace, slamming into your sweet spot over and over until you're writhing beneath him.

His sheer dominance leaves you completely at his mercy, right on

Ghost's intense thrust pushes you right over the edge, and you come undone beneath him in a powerful wave of pleasure. Your body arches off the bed, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you cry out incoherently.

He continues to move within you, riding out the waves of your orgasm until he too reaches his climax with a ragged groan. You can feel the heat of him spilling inside you, marking you as his own.

For a moment, the world stands still as you come down from the intense high. Your breathing gradually slows, and you realize how spent you are, your body slick with sweat and your muscles trembling.

As Ghost pulls out of you, you can sense the distance creeping back in, the reality that this was just another encounter between two people on opposite sides of a conflict. But for now, in this room

Ghost "wipes off all the cum from his dark, pulsing dick before collecting you in his strong arms. He steps into the shower with you still clinging around him, and the warm water cascades over both of you."

Under the spray, he gently washes away the evidence of their passion, his touch possessing a tenderness that seems out of place. You can't help but watch him, fascinated by how even this harsh soldier can show such compassion for another human.

"He takes a bar of soap and lathers it up before running his hands over your body, rinsing away the remnants of their lovemaking. Each touch sends shivers down your spine, and despite the situation, something inside you breaks free, a fragile thread connecting the two of you."

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As soon as Ghost finishes cleaning you both up in the shower, he dries you off and hands you some easy clothes, including a pair of boxers to wear. He tells you to get ready, as it seems there's somewhere important the both of you need to go to.

You quickly change into the clothes and meet him in the main room. Ghost is dressed now, still looking just as formidable as always. You can tell that whatever he has planned, it's something that shouldn't be taken lightly.

"Follow me," he says, before leading you out of the room. You walk through narrow hallways and tight corners, all the while feeling like you're being watched. There's an air of danger to this mission, and you can sense it in the way Ghost carries himself.

Finally, you come to a door that leads to a dark alleyway.

When you finally reach the door, Ghost opens it to reveal a dimly lit alleyway. He announces that he's taking you along on his errand – shopping for groceries.

"Not that I want your help," he says with a hard laugh, "but since Price mentioned something about leaving you here in our last conversation...no way I'm leaving you unattended."

His tone is stern and firm, leaving no room for argument. But as he steps through the doorway and into the alley, there's a bitter reminder of the consequences should you attempt to escape. You know better than to try anything now – at least until you get the chance to figure out what's truly going on.

With both of you standing in the narrow lane under the dim streetlights, you wonder how this grocery run is

Ghost leads you through a door, and the bright light suddenly blinds you. He takes your hand and guides you towards a car. You can't make out much in the glare, but as you squint to focus, you realize that it's an extremely expensive and rare Koenigsegg.

"Sharp as ever," Ghost responds, with a small smile. "And here I thought you knew nothing about cars."

You can tell from the way he speaks that he's proud of his ride – and you'd be inclined to agree. The car is sleek, powerful, and looks like it could outrun anything on the road.

You get into the passenger seat, wondering what makes this grocery run so important that he's bringing you along in a car like this. But with Ghost behind the wheel, you know better than to ask questions. Instead, you sit back and

As you settle into the passenger seat of Ghost's Koenigsegg, you decide to lighten up the mood a bit. You tell him that while you may not know as much about cars now, you used to be obsessed with them when you were younger. In fact, you even went on long road trips to visit car museums.

"Yeah? What kind of bikes do you like, then?" Ghost asks with genuine curiosity. He seems interested in finding out more about you – perhaps there's something deeper beneath this tough exterior.

You share a few stories about your motorcycle adventures and fascinations before finally arriving at what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Ghost parks the car carefully before stepping out and coming around to open your door for you.

You tell Ghost that while you no longer obsess over cars, your preference for motorcycles is clear. You hate BMWs – especially since they're the go-to choice for police in Belgium, where you're from. But as far as bikes are concerned, you have a soft spot for Kawasaki's, Ducati's, and Yamaha's – and you could talk about them all day.

Ghost listens intently, nodding along as you share your bike preferences. He even seems amused by your disdain for BMWs. When you finish talking, he offers a small smirk and says nothing. Instead, he helps you out of the car and walks across to the entrance of what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. The grungy exterior does little to prepare you

You and Ghost enter the store, and you notice that a lot of people start coming up to you, asking for pictures. Ghost seems confused by this sudden attention, but a random guy tells you that you're pretty famous in the area.

Ghost's eyes narrow as he looks around at the growing crowd. He doesn't seem pleased with the situation.

"That true? You some kind of celebrity?" he asks, sounding incredulous.

You hesitate for a moment before answering. "I mean, I don't know about celebrity but... yeah, I guess I'm kinda well-known around here."

The response only seems to make Ghost more wary, and he keeps a close eye on the growing crowd as you make your way through the store. Though you try to keep a low profile, it's clear that word of your presence has spread quickly.

As the crowd continues to grow, you can see that Ghost is becoming increasingly agitated and on edge. He seems uncomfortable with so many people encroaching on your space. Before long, he steps in front of you, positioning himself like a bodyguard between you and the throng.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," he says sternly, holding up his hands to keep the crowd at bay. His voice is rough and commanding, and the people don't seem to know what to make of him. "Let's give her some space."

With Ghost as your shield, you're able to move through the store more easily, though you still garner plenty of stares and whispers from the people around you. It's clear that your notoriety has preceded you, and you're not sure how you feel about being in the spotlight like this - especially with Ghost

Ghost is several strides ahead of you, surveying the area and trying to keep a low profile as much as possible. Suddenly, his pace slows down, and he turns to you with an arched brow.

"What you want for dinner?" he asks gruffly.

"I don't know, you choose," you reply, unsure of what to suggest.

Ghost stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before nodding curtly. "Fine. Come on, we'll find something nearby."

He takes the lead again and starts to make his way towards the exit of the building. You fall in step beside him, still a little unnerved by the attention you received earlier from the crowd. The two of you emerge into the daylight, and the hot sun beats down mercilessly on your skin.

As you struggle to keep up with Ghost's brisk pace, he notices and sticks out his hand for you to take. You grab it gratefully, relieved to have a little extra support. The two of you walk hand in hand for a while, but soon you start to notice people around you snapping pictures and yelling out questions.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Who are you? Is this your bodyguard?"

Ghost's grip on your hand tightens slightly as the questions start to roll in. He doesn't seem particularly pleased with the attention, but he's not one to show weakness.

"No comment," he growls in response to one particularly persistent photographer.

You're surprised by the way your hand feels in his – big and rough and calloused. Despite everything, there's something comforting about the gesture of holding hands. Eventually, you arrive at a small restaurant

As you're stopped in your tracks by someone coming up behind you and touching your back far too intimately, Ghost instantly lets go of your hand and withdraws a pistol from the inside of his coat. In a single fluid motion, he pulls the guy down to the ground and presses the gun against the back of his head.

"Don't. You. Ever. Lay. Onther. Finger. On. Her." He growls thunderously, punctuating each word with a jab of the pistol.

Ghost doesn't let up, even after the guy has scrambled to his feet. Instead, he yells at everyone else waiting around, "Mind your own business!"

Although it was volatile, his outburst effectively drives the crowd away, and the two of you are

"Thank you," you say softly to Ghost, your voice barely above a whisper. "But you didn't have to do that. It happens all the time."

Ghost doesn't say anything in response, his eyes cold and hard as they scan the area around you. Despite what just happened, he seems determined to keep you safe from any further intrusion.

As the two of you enter the restaurant, you can't help but marvel at how quickly things can change. One moment, you're being bombarded by curious onlookers, and the next, you're surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a busy eatery. The air is filled with the smell of cooking food, and the sound of laughter and conversation fills the space.

Ghost leads you to a table near the

As you suggest finding somewhere else to go for dinner, Ghost nods silently and follows your lead. The two of you end up in a small town, where the feeling of anonymity is a welcome change. As you make your way down the street, a small child runs up to you, causing Ghost to immediately reach for his gun. He relaxes when it becomes clear that you know the child, and she greets you with a smile.

"Oh hello Luna, it's been awhile huh? How's your mom doing?" You ask the kid, picking her up off the ground.

You can see Ghost looking around curiously, taking in the sights and sounds of the town. It's a far cry from the bustling city he is used to, but something about the slower pace seems to suit him just fine.

"Are we safe here?" he asks you quietly, his

"Yeah, we are," you reassure Ghost, putting Luna back down on the ground. "Don't worry, I know all these people, and nobody even knows this small town exists except if you grew up here."

You can tell that Ghost is starting to relax a bit, his tense posture softening ever so slightly. As you both continue walking, he takes in the quaint charm of the town, noting how everything feels slower and more tranquil compared to the life he's used to.

Before heading into the grocery store, you stop at a small bakery next door, picking out a couple of freshly baked goods for dessert. You pay for your purchases, then continue on to the grocery store to gather the essentials for dinner.

As you walk through the aisles, picking