My mask felt itchy. Everything felt itchy right now because I was sweating so goddamned bad. I can’t describe the flood of emotions I feel coming home. Or coming to a place that I called home for so long.
I suppose it doesn’t feel so much like that anymore.
Rolling my neck, I stood with my team, waiting for Ghost to open his stupid mouth, but instead; His eyes remained locked onto mine.
His piercing blue gaze felt like it was prying away the layers that protected my inner most thoughts, slowly exposing me to him.
Could he smell how badly I was sweating right now? Could he tell that my nerves were fried and blood filled my mouth from chewing on the inside of my cheek?
Could he tell how badly I needed someone to tell me that it was going to be okay….
A familiar voice sounded from
