Its raining again in Paris
Chloe's fear shattered the moment she recognized him.
For a brief second, her mind stopped thinking, stopped calculating danger, and stopped fearing the men with guns. All she knew was that he was there.
Safe.
Familiar.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward and buried herself into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Her fingers clutched his jacket as if letting go would mean falling back into darkness. A single tear slipped down her cheek, warm against the cold air of the room.
Ghost froze.
He had faced death countless times. He had walked through gunfire, stood against enemies without blinking, and made decisions where hesitation meant failure.
But this…
This caught him off guard.
Slowly, carefully, he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, giving a gentle tap, grounding her.
"It is alright."
His voice was low, steady.
"We are getting out of here."
