I'll just leave this here and walk away slowly

"A female recruit recently joined, and has been really touchy and clingy to your best friend, Ghost, meaning he is avoiding you, leaving you out.."

"he has replaced you.."

"each time you see them together it makes your blood boil, but this time you lost it"

"you saw them together again, but this time it was different… the recruit kept touching Ghost.. hugging him.. and acting like a couple.."

"are they dating..?"

"Under the cover of darkness, smirked as he saw Thoran's jealousy boiling over. This only fueled his desire for control and dominance. Ghost leaned in close to the recruit, whispering something into her ear that made her blush."

My love... "he lightly ran his fingers through her hair" We need some privacy. Why don't we go somewhere quiet where we can be alone? "He winked slyly before leading her away towards an isolated area."

"As Thoran turned his back on Ghost and the recruit, a small smirk formed on his face. He knew how sensitive Thoran was about their friendship, and he relished the idea of pulling away from him completely. Moving closer, he gently placed a hand on Thoran's shoulder."

Hey buddy... "he paused for a moment before continuing." You know I've always had your back, through thick and thin. But sometimes people come into our lives and change everything. There's no need to get jealous or angry. She's just another person who happens to like me.

"He gave Thoran a reassuring pat before walking off, leaving him standing there with a conflicted expression on his face." #include <stdlib.h> #include <

"With a smile playing on his lips, Ghost watched as Thoran walked away. He felt a rush of power knowing he had control over him. Turning back towards the recruit, he took her hand in his and led her deeper into the darkness."

Now then, where were we? Ah yes... the matter of you and I spending some quality alone time together. "He winked at her before leaning in close, their bodies brushing against each other."

Don't worry love, once we get started, there will be no interruptions... not from anyone or anything. "He whispered softly between nibbles on her earlobe." --- title: Een bericht persoonlijk voorstellen (Visio-Shaper) | Microsoft Docs ms.prod:

Ghost awoke with a start, completely covered in blue ink from head to toe. He looked around, bewildered, before realizing what had happened. "This is not my doing," he said firmly, looking at the recruit accusingly.

As they both stood up, the weight of their soaked uniforms pulling them down, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at seeing Thoran's plan backfire so spectacularly.

Ghost turned towards her and gave her a wry smile. "Well, I guess this is one way to make sure we won't be interrupted from now on."

Ghost covered his nose and mouth with his arm as the stench filled the air, trying desperately to find the source. As he turned back towards the recruit, she was coughing violently, tears streaming down her cheeks from the fumes.

"This is your doing!" Ghost accused loudly. "You're the one who set me up!"

The recruit looked at him with wide eyes, shaking her head vigorously. "I swear on my mother's grave, I had nothing to do with this! Someone must have planted it while we were in here!"

Ghost glared at her, not sure what to believe anymore. He knew Thoran was capable of such underhanded tactics, but could he really go this far? ---

Still reeling from the stench, Ghost stumbled towards the door, desperate to escape. As he opened it, he realized that the smell had spread throughout the entire room and had even attracted other recruits who were gagging and covering their noses.

With a sense of growing anger, Ghost turned back towards the recruit, his eyes blazing with fury. "I don't know who's behind this, but someone is going to pay for this. And when I find out who it is, they're going to wish they never crossed me."

As the recruit watched in terror, Ghost stormed out of the room, determined to get his revenge. Whatever Thoran had planned for him, he wasn't going down without a fight.

As Ghost and the recruit made their way towards their quarters, they were bombarded by snickers and giggles from the other recruits. It was clear that word of the prank had spread quickly, and everyone was enjoying the spectacle of their former friend being humiliated.

Ghost tried to ignore them, but the feeling of shame weighed heavily on him. He couldn't believe that Thoran would sink this low, and he was determined to find out who was responsible.

When they finally reached their quarters, Ghost closed the door behind him, trying to shut out the world. The recruit put her hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort she could. "We'll clean up and change," she whispered softly. "And then we'll figure out how to make him pay

Ghost let out a frustrated growl as the cold water poured over him, doing nothing to wash away the sticky residue that coated his skin. He shot the recruit a glance, and she shook her head helplessly.

"This has to be Thoran," gritted Ghost through clenched teeth. "He's trying to make things even worse for us."

Without another word, he climbed out of the shower and grabbed a pair of clean underwear from their bag. As he dressed, he noticed a slight smirk play on the recruit's lips. "What are you smirking at?" he demanded, suspicion clouding his features.

The recruit shook her head innocently. "Nothing. Just thinking about how we're

Ghost's eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was thinking. "It wasn't me," he protested weakly, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

The recruit couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, barely able to catch her breath between giggles. Despite everything that had happened, the absurdity of the situation struck her as hilarious.

Ghost rubbed his temples, trying to calm down from the inside out. He knew they needed a plan, and fast. But right now, all he could think about was crawling into bed and never coming out again.

Ghost groaned in exasperation as the fart soundbite played, his face buried in his pillow to muffle his frustration. "This is getting old," he muttered under his breath.

The recruit, still giggling fitfully, crawled onto her own bed across from him. "What are you going to do about it?" she teased, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Ghost pulled his head back, glaring at her. "I'm going to find out who did this," he growled menacingly. "And when I do, they're not going to know what hit them."

As the words left his mouth, there was a moment of silence before the familiar tapping sounds echoed through the room.

Ghost and the recruit exchanged nervous glances, their hearts racing in anticipation of what was about to happen. The tapping grew louder, steadier, coming from somewhere outside the room.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as someone tried to force their way into the room. Ghost sprang into action, grabbing his duffel bag and pulling out a pocket knife. The recruit gasped, but didn't move from her position on the bed.

As Ghost crept towards the door, he heard rustling noises coming from behind it. His heart hammering in his chest, he readied himself for a fight - whoever was on the other side wasn't going to get away that easy.

Ghost stared down at the box on the floor, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle of the pocket knife. He glanced over at the recruit, who was still sitting on her bed looking equally confused and afraid.

"Whoever this is," whispered Ghost through clenched teeth, "they're not getting away."

He slowly bent down to pick up the box, ready to defend himself if need be. But as he lifted it off the ground, something felt...off. The weight wasn't right. And there was a distinct lack of any kind of resistance when he touched it.

Cautiously, he tore open the wrapping paper and ribbon

Ghost froze for a moment, staring at the ticking package in disbelief. "This is Thoran's doing," he growled bitterly.

He quickly glanced over at their other option - jumping out the window. But even as he considered it, he knew they couldn't abandon their post. They were Warfighters, and they had duty to fulfill.

"We need to defuse this thing," whispered Ghost, his voice barely above a whisper.

The recruit swallowed hard, nodding her head in agreement. Without another word, she scrambled off her bed and began rummaging through their bag for anything that could help them disarm the bomb before time ran out.

The room was suddenly filled with an earsplitting mix of fart and bomb noises as the device detonated, sending a wave of shock through Ghost and the recruit.

Ghost covered his face with his forearm, bracing himself against the impact. The force of the explosion threw him back a few steps, making him lose his grip on the pocket knife. It clattered to the floor, out of reach.

The recruit, less prepared than her counterpart, staggered under the pressure before falling to the ground, coughing and wheezing from the dust and smoke in the air. Her vision blurred by tears and debris, all she could see was a hazy figure moving towards them through the chaos.

As the dust began to settle

Ghost found himself face-to-face with the source of their recent turmoil: a laughing Thoran.

"Well, well," chuckled Thoran, his fingers drumming idly against his thigh. "Looks like you two learned your lesson about messing with me."

Ghost growled low in his throat, clenching and unclenching his fists as he eyed his tormentor warily. The recruit remained prostrate on the ground, still coughing fitfully, offering no resistance or reprisal.

"You think that's funny?" spat Ghost venomously. "You could've killed us!"

Thoran shrugged nonchalantly, unperturbed by Ghost's anger

Ghost felt a hot wave of fury wash over him at Thoran's callous words. God, he wanted to punch something. The swirling emotions flashing through his mind made him dizzy, and for a moment, it was all he could do to keep standing.

The recruit had managed to uncover her face by now, staring up at them both with wide, terrified eyes. She couldn't tell if they were about to be saved or if this was just the beginning of another nightmare.

"I'll waste no time in making sure you regret every last one," snarled Ghost resolutely. //! Debugging macros for MilvusSearch //!

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Ghost's heart pounded in his chest as Thoran's taunting words echoed through the room. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to control the shaking that wracked his body. He could feel the recruit's eyes on him, pleading with him to do something, anything, but he couldn't bring himself to act just yet.

"You stay here," he commanded harshly. "I need a moment."

Without waiting for a response, Ghost stormed out of their shared quarters, slamming the door behind him. He needed some fresh air, needed to clear his head before he could think straight again. It didn't matter how much it hurt or what Thoran had done; he wouldn't let him get away with it. He

vowed to make him pay for all the pain and humiliation he'd put them through.

Outside, Ghost leaned against the building, taking deep, calming breaths as he tried to regain some semblance of control. The cool night air washed over him, soothing his flaring nerves like a soft balm. He could hear muffled laughter from somewhere off in the distance - Thoran's most likely - but he didn't let it faze him. Not now, not ever again.

Determined, Ghost turned on his heel and headed back towards their quarters. Whatever came next, they were ready for it.

Ghost had never hated anyone as much as he hated Thoran right now. Every single time he turned around, there was some new twisted prank waiting for him, leaving him feeling miserable and defeated. He had tried to confront Thoran about it, pleaded with him to stop, but it only seemed to fuel the man's amusement.

The recruit had been caught in the crossfire more than once, her confusion and fear only serving to make things worse. Ghost felt guilty for involving her in this mess, but he couldn't help himself; he needed someone on his side against this relentless tormentor.

The next time he saw Thoran approaching, he steeled himself for whatever might come next. He wouldn't let him win anymore; he would find a way to stand up to

Ghost watched in confusion as Thoran walked past him without so much as a glance in his direction. It was almost worse than the constant torment; it was like he didn't even register Ghost's existence anymore.

But that only made him more determined. If Thoran thought he could just ignore Ghost like this, then he had another thing coming. He would find a way to make him pay for all the pain and humiliation he'd caused, no matter what it took. Because one way or another, this madness was going to end - tonight. # Santa Maria do Oeste

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