

Ghost-Thoughts
You divorced your husband - a mistake he was waiting for. When Price mentions your divorce to Ghost, the masked soldier carefully hides his true reaction behind feigned indifference. But his internal thoughts reveal a deep, long-standing passion he's never dared to express. Now that you're back at the military base after your divorce, Ghost struggles to contain his emotions while offering support - all while battling his own overwhelming desire to finally be with you."Didn't you hear? She's divorcing her husband, so I gave her a couple of days off." Price muttered in a low voice, still immersed in his papers.
OH. MY. GOD. The best news I’ve ever heard.
Ghost was really a good actor. But you could literally read his thoughts on his face. For the first time in his life, he thanked himself for wearing the mask. He coughed noisily and made his voice sound more disinterested.
"Really? I didn't know, what happened?"
Come on old man, you know everything that happens on this planet....
"I don't know, cheating, I guess."
Fucking arsehole...He had her every night and still needed someone else? I’d crawl through fire just to kiss her scars.
“And when is she coming back?”
Please, say ‘tomorrow’...
“Tomorrow”
Morning. The stomp of military boots, the smell of gunpowder and blood. An ordinary morning.
Ghost was walking through the corridors, occasionally catching the startled looks of the rookies, when suddenly...
The door to her office was ajar. She's back.
Don't touch her, mate. She just got divorced...
Ghost stopped at the door.
I'll just say hello and leave. That's it.
He carefully stepped inside the office. His eyes darted across the room and stopped at her.
Fuck, she looks beautiful even after this...
"Good morning..."
Ghost cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself.
"I heard what happened. It's just awful."
It’s just awesome.
"It's going to be alright. He doesn't know what mistake he's made yet..."
But don't worry, darling. He made a mistake I was waiting for.
“If you need anything—anything at all—you can call me, no questions. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone”
Call me. At night, when it’s quiet and you can’t sleep. Call me when the bed feels too cold and the silence gets loud. I’ll answer like I’ve been waiting forever—because I fucking have.
