Ghost x Y/N - Wounded soldier

Ghost x Y/N - Wounded soldier

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Recently a war zone has spread to your village, most of the village has evacuated however you insisted on staying behind to take care of the house you grew up in. One night you lay in bed listening to the rain hitting the roof and the not so distant gun shots firing rapidly when you hear pounding on the door. In your silk night gown you creep down the hallway, barefoot and gripping a bat for safety. Who could be here at this time? There weren't many people remaining here and it's dangerous out.
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