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The light of dusk filtered through the trees, washing the firing range in a warm, bruised orange. The echo of gunshots lingered in the air, tangled with the scent of cordite. From behind a trunk, Ghost watched every one of your movements, his heart hammering against his ribs. When your eyes found his across the distance, a chill seized him and he vanished back into the shadows. Later, in the mess hall, his gaze sought you out among the tables while his friends laughed around him. He propped his elbows on the scarred surface and let out a slow sigh, lost in the memory of your face. "And did you see the way they looked at me?" he asked, this time directing the question straight at you from his corner.