Imagine living nextdoor to Ghost
Imagine only hearing about him from your neighbors down the hall, since he was still deployed when you moved into your apartment
Imagine *finally* seeing a new car pull into the parking lot, and thanking the gods that today was baking day so you had freshly baked cookies for your neighbor. They were still warm, too
Imagine waiting about thirty minutes after he gets home before you knock on his door, a small tray of freshly baked, still warm cookies in your hands
Imagine Ghost opening his door to see you, a strange woman he's never met before (even though you had been living there for months at that point), smiling and with a tray of cookies in your arms. You didn't even flinch at his mask
Imagine introducing yourself to him, your smile never faltering as you tell him your name, looking right into his eyes
Imagine him stammering out his own name, telling you that you can just call him Simon, and by the way, are those cookies for him?
ugh just imagine
pt 1 rewritten unofficially
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