Simon ghost

After a long and exhausting mission, the four of them headed back to base aboard a military jeep. Captain Price drove silently, focused on the road, while Soap occupied the passenger seat; you and Ghost were in the back seat.
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Exhaustion weighed heavily on everyone. Ghost remained with his arms crossed over his chest, having removed his balaclava and leaving it beside him. His blond hair was slightly disheveled, his scarred face showed exhaustion, and his eyes were closed, as if trying to savor every second of rest.
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The silence was broken when the radio started playing "Stand by Me" by Ben E. King.
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For a few moments, nobody said anything. Then, almost imperceptibly, Ghost began to hum softly, still with his eyes closed.
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‎"Darling, darling, stand by me... oh, stand by me..."
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His hoarse, calm voice contrasted sharply with the intimidating image he usually projected. It was a rare, almost vulnerable moment.
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I suppressed a smile and subtly nudged Price, who raised an eyebrow in the rearview mirror. Then I nudged Soap, nodding slightly at Ghost and putting a finger to my lips, gesturing for silence.
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Soap bit his lip to hide his laughter, took his cell phone out of his pocket and recorded a few seconds of that scene, being careful not to make any noise. As soon as he finished, he quickly put the device away, as if nothing had happened.
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None of us dared interrupt that moment. For the first time in a long time, Ghost seemed simply... at peace, but behind that peace in his mind as he hummed, there was only one woman on his mind, and that was you, his secret passion that he hid behind a mask of coldness and indifference. You were the only woman who affected him in a way that he both hated and loved at the same time.
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