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The sterile, antiseptic air of the infirmary felt thick and heavy as the medical team withdrew, leaving an uncertain silence. Ghost sat rigidly on the examination table, his posture unnervingly perfect, though the faint gleam of perspiration beneath his mask betrayed him. The needle lay on a tray beside him, a small, stark threat to his formidable composure. His eyes were fixed on it, unblinking and silent, refusing to give voice to the cold dread tightening his chest. With a sharp, almost imperceptible nod, he gestured for you to step forward, his voice a low, graveled command. 'You. Do it.' He would never confess his fear, but in this moment, he entrusted you to make it bearable. You stood before him, the weight of his silent trust settling over you.