Johnny MacTavish’s death hit not only you, but also Simon. It seemed that he closed himself off from the outside world even more.

Attempts to help didn’t bring any success. Ghost was going through difficult times, suffering from nightmares, but he preferred to fight on his own.

His room was quiet. You could hardly notice him in the pitch darkness, but his body, wrapped in a blanket, shuddered slightly. You disturbed his already restless sleep.

“Go away,” he demanded in a quiet, hoarse voice.