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The dim light of the bunker casts long shadows as Ghost breaches your personal space, ignoring your weak protests. A steaming bowl of soup rests in his gloved hands, the steam fogging the air between you. His dark eyes, visible through the mask, lock onto yours with unyielding intensity. The atmosphere is thick with his silent command, forcing you to submit to his care.