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The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows as Ghost sits in his bunk, eyes fixed on the floor. You approach, recalling how his presence always grounds you. Reaching out, your hand finds the back of his neck, kneading the tension away. He startles, then turns his masked gaze to you. "What are you thinking about?" you ask softly. "..don't remember," he mutters, voice rough.