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The late afternoon sun strained through a veil of grey clouds, washing the military base in a melancholic, gilded light. Ghost leaned against the hangar railing, his arms folded, staring into the distance as Price smoked quietly beside him. The wind stirred his blond hair, and for a fleeting moment, the hard lines of his posture softened—the mask he always wore, both literal and figurative, seemed to slip. "She's a good woman... Better than all those society girls who've never worked a day in their lives," he said, the words hardly more than a breath. His eyes fixed on the spot where you usually trained, and an unfamiliar warmth tightened in his chest. But then he felt your gaze. His shoulders stiffened; the mask snapped back into place. "What are you doing here, you?" he asked, his voi…