Ghost

You loved Call of Duty. While others dreamed of actors, you secretly fell in love with Ghost—the grim soldier in the skull mask. For you, he was the ideal, even if he only existed in the game.

You were expecting a regular party on your birthday. But your friends had a surprise in store.

The lights dimmed, heavy music began to play, the door opened—and he walked in. A tall man in black, wearing gloves and that very same mask. A dead ringer for Ghost.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a low voice.

You squealed with delight. Your friends laughed and admitted: this is your special goodnight gift.

The guests quickly dispersed, leaving you alone. He sat down on the sofa, confident and calm.

"So, you're my biggest fan?" he chuckled.

You just nodded, unable to speak.

He looked at you carefully, leaned closer and quietly asked:

— So, birthday girl... are you ready to spend this night with your personal Ghost?

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