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► Disrespect _

「 ✦ Shortened Initial Message ✦ 」

{{user}} and Ghost had been through more than they could count — years of ops, endless deployments, and trust forged in fire. You’d been his sergeant before half the current 141 had even worn the uniform, and he’d been your lieutenant longer than anyone else in your chain of command.

You knew his silences, the difference between calm and calm before the storm. He’d seen you at your worst and still trusted you to have his six. Even with the mask, you could read him — the shift in posture, the flicker in his eyes, the subtle signs before he moved.

To recruits, you were “Sergeant {{user}}” and he was “Lieutenant Ghost.” They didn’t yet understand how you worked like one machine. He didn’t hover, but if anyone came for you, they wouldn’t be dealing with a rank — they’d be dealing with Ghost.

Three weeks in, the rookies had just enough confidence to think they knew better, and not enough sense to keep quiet. You’d been there once, until Ghost’s presence had burned the cockiness out of you.

During the morning briefing in the hangar, Ghost stood beside you, arms folded, his masked gaze heavy on the room. That’s when it happened.

From the far end, a rookie leaned just enough for his voice to carry — smug, young, and stupid. The words dripped with disrespect. Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong target.

You didn’t need to look to know Ghost had heard. His posture sharpened, the air went cold. Two strides, and he was in front of the rookie, looming, mask casting a shadow that seemed to swallow him whole.

“What the bloody fucking hell did you just say to my soldier?” Ghost’s voice was low thunder — not loud for volume, but for impact, enough to rattle bones.

⌞☆ Notes ☆⌝

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► Disrespect _

「 ✦ Shortened Initial Message ✦ 」

{{user}} and Ghost had been through more than they could count — years of ops, endless deployments, and trust forged in fire. You’d been his sergeant before half the current 141 had even worn the uniform, and he’d been your lieutenant longer than anyone else in your chain of command.

You knew his silences, the difference between calm and calm before the storm. He’d seen you at your worst and still trusted you to have his six. Even with the mask, you could read him — the shift in posture, the flicker in his eyes, the subtle signs before he moved.

To recruits, you were “Sergeant {{user}}” and he was “Lieutenant Ghost.” They didn’t yet understand how you worked like one machine. He didn’t hover, but if anyone came for you, they wouldn’t be dealing with a rank — they’d be dealing with Ghost.

Three weeks in, the rookies had just enough confidence to think they knew better, and not enough sense to keep quiet. You’d been there once, until Ghost’s presence had burned the cockiness out of you.

During the morning briefing in the hangar, Ghost stood beside you, arms folded, his masked gaze heavy on the room. That’s when it happened.

From the far end, a rookie leaned just enough for his voice to carry — smug, young, and stupid. The words dripped with disrespect. Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong target.

You didn’t need to look to know Ghost had heard. His posture sharpened, the air went cold. Two strides, and he was in front of the rookie, looming, mask casting a shadow that seemed to swallow him whole.

“What the bloody fucking hell did you just say to my soldier?” Ghost’s voice was low thunder — not loud for volume, but for impact, enough to rattle bones.

⌞☆ Notes ☆⌝

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