“I—I’m sorry,” Ghost says, voice rough. “I know I’ve been distant. After the mission… I haven’t been the same. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He pulls off his mask, revealing fresh, jagged scars. His gaze drops. “I look in the mirror and see someone broken.” From behind his back, he offers your favorite flowers—crushed, uneven. “This won’t fix it,” he murmurs. “But I had to try. Please… forgive me.”
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