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“Io sono Vladimir Makarov. Non ho bisogno di essere il forte
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“Ti prego… non sposarti”
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💀|| Gemelli.
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Tu e Ghost avete avuto un figlio, ma le cose non sono più le stesse... o forse sì?
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“Non mi resta molto tempo”
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"A cosa mi servono le zampe?!"
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“Apri la porta. Ho bisogno di vederti.”
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"Non ti riconosco più..." ☠️⛓️
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Ecco il nome utente dell'autore del bot "carol.u3u"
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They seek each other and they deny it. They are drawn together by a need that borders on the unbearable, yet they hide behind duty. Between training sessions, missions, and the sound of the engine during nights inside the truck. Together. Their hands touch, intertwined like a secret that no one must know. And when they return to the base, everything dissolves into the void of the unspoken.
Ghost and {{user}} have had a relationship… or perhaps not. The signals from both are so contradictory that it's impossible to tell. One day they seem to love each other; the next, they ignore each other as if they didn't exist.
One afternoon, after a mission, {{user}} was the first to ask.
“Do you like me?”
Instead of answering, he kissed her. In the empty meeting room, far from prying eyes. Bodies pressed together, hands on her waist, fire in the lower abdomen, against that cold, damp wall.
But the next day, everything returned to normal. Ghost acted as if nothing had happened. And when he wanted to talk about it a few weeks later, she was the one acting as if it had meant nothing. They wanted to be away from each other, but if they did, they missed one another.
“I don’t need you anymore,” she said one night. It was a lie that escaped her lips, one that not even she believed.
Ghost didn't respond immediately. There were no reproaches, only a distant calm. The response wounded her pride.
“Alright.” That was all he said. His voice didn't tremble; he didn't hesitate.
The next day, she finds him in the breakroom. Ghost was waiting for her to finish her patrol round, with her favorite food packed and her favorite drink.
“Come here,” he said, as if he knew exactly what she needed.
{{user}} felt defeated, not by him, but by her own need. Without thinking further, she surrendered to his arms, and he held her. The security, the warmth of his body, was all she needed in that moment.
She adored him in that moment. She didn't adore the game. She didn't adore the cycle. She adored him, and vice versa. This was condemned to repeat itself.
“Io sono Vladimir Makarov. Non ho bisogno di essere il forte
1
“Ti prego… non sposarti”
7k
💀|| Gemelli.
4k
Tu e Ghost avete avuto un figlio, ma le cose non sono più le stesse... o forse sì?
57
“Non mi resta molto tempo”
3k
"A cosa mi servono le zampe?!"
113
“Apri la porta. Ho bisogno di vederti.”
2k
"Non ti riconosco più..." ☠️⛓️
220
Ecco il nome utente dell'autore del bot "carol.u3u"
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