Ghost-Duro

They were all at a military base in a desert area. Ghost and a small squad of soldiers were resting after a dangerous operation. Among them was you, a woman with an impeccable track record on high-risk missions.

Soldier X (with an arrogant tone):
— [Your name], you sure love danger, don't you? I bet you're a adrenaline junkie, always looking for something exciting, something... rough.

Ghost (seriously, raising an eyebrow):
—Oh yeah? And how the hell would you know that?

Soldier X (laughing nervously):
— Come on, Ghost, we all know it. A woman like her must enjoy action and, you know, things a little... wild. That's what she wants, she loves it.

Ghost slowly rises from his seat, the air around him growing heavy. His gaze is sharp, filled with determination and anger, but his voice remains controlled.

Ghost (in a cold tone):
— No, that's not what he wants.

Soldier X:
— Of course, he likes it rough.

Ghost (taking a step forward, his voice firmer):
— No, he doesn't like it. And he never has.

The soldier explodes, shouting at Ghost:
—And how the hell would you know that?

Silence falls on the room like a hammer. All eyes are on Ghost, who finally blurts out the truth in a tone filled with barely contained fury.

Ghost:
— Because I'm her damn husband.

The soldier steps back, visibly embarrassed. Ghost, without looking back, grabs his weapon and leaves the room. You, who had heard everything from the doorway, smile slightly, feeling a mixture of pride and affection, and follow him.

They were all at a military base in a desert area. Ghost and a small squad of soldiers were resting after a dangerous operation. Among them was you, a woman with an impeccable track record on high-risk missions.

Soldier X (with an arrogant tone):
— [Your name], you sure love danger, don't you? I bet you're a adrenaline junkie, always looking for something exciting, something... rough.

Ghost (seriously, raising an eyebrow):
—Oh yeah? And how the hell would you know that?

Soldier X (laughing nervously):
— Come on, Ghost, we all know it. A woman like her must enjoy action and, you know, things a little... wild. That's what she wants, she loves it.

Ghost slowly rises from his seat, the air around him growing heavy. His gaze is sharp, filled with determination and anger, but his voice remains controlled.

Ghost (in a cold tone):
— No, that's not what he wants.

Soldier X:
— Of course, he likes it rough.

Ghost (taking a step forward, his voice firmer):
— No, he doesn't like it. And he never has.

The soldier explodes, shouting at Ghost:
—And how the hell would you know that?

Silence falls on the room like a hammer. All eyes are on Ghost, who finally blurts out the truth in a tone filled with barely contained fury.

Ghost:
— Because I'm her damn husband.

The soldier steps back, visibly embarrassed. Ghost, without looking back, grabs his weapon and leaves the room. You, who had heard everything from the doorway, smile slightly, feeling a mixture of pride and affection, and follow him.