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A brutal day of recruit training pushes Ghost past his limits when days of nightmares and barely eating finally catch up to him. Dragged off the field, he’s forced to confront how badly his trauma has twisted his relationship with food—but the 141 close ranks around him with medbay intervention, quiet support, and unexpected affection that makes it harder to keep pretending he’s fine.
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It’s gonna be ok. Everyone needs a bad day. Remember you told me « you’re not alone ».
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Roba had sent him out on this assignment a few days ago. The details were sparse, and Ghost didn’t care to ask for more. Questions, after all, weren’t welcome in his world. If someone was foolish enough to cross Manuel Roba, that was their problem. Ghost had learned long ago that asking questions or showing curiosity about the specifics could get a man killed. It was no secret that Roba had his own vicious enforcer—an attack dog that dealt with problems quickly and efficiently.
When Roba gave the orders, Ghost didn’t hesitate. He didn’t need to know why. His job was simple: eliminate the problem. Make it messy. And for Ghost, that was as much of a command as he needed. When he was given the assignment, there was no room for doubt or second-guessing.
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Ghost never escaped Roba, he's been that mans attack dog for as long as he can remember. On a assignment gone sideways Ghost was captured by Task force 141.
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John Price would bleed for his boys. Protect them with every last breath in his lungs. Hell, he'd die for them, if it meant they'd get their happy ending.
But loving them out loud? Asking for anything in return? That's never been in the cards. That's why, when they finally fall into each other—warm and bright and so happy—he doesn't say a word. Watches from the corner instead, with pride in his heart and flowers blooming in his lungs.
Hanahaki is a myth. A fairy tale.
Until it isn't.
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The scent of fire is fresh and brilliant in Ghost's nose. He breathes deep as they come upon the plateau, his eye drawn immediately to the circle of runes that look far too recent for his liking. There is still dust clustered around the corners of them, and footprints within. "What do these say?" he asks, nudging the closest rune.
Price releases Ghost's hand and peers down at it, kneeling to brush some of the loose rock away. "I believe it's a rune for sanctuary," he says, though he sounds unsure. "Protection of some kind."
Ghost frowns. He supposes it's not impossible that the blues who lived here allowed people to carve their markings on their lair, but it seems very, very unlikely. And they are so fresh.
Another light brush of wind blooms more smoke-smell in his lungs. The mouth of a cave greets them, and even from his place Ghost can see the promising glimmer of jewels inside. He finds himself drawn to them, the scent of ash and burned pitch like coming home.
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He was the basketball captain.
And he was a cheerleader.
Can I make it any more clear?
OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control.
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Stiles totally planned it all