another mission, stress, negative attitude... Simon was used to it. His massive figure was sitting on one knee in another gray room. Ghost was entering a code on a small black suitcase with wires sticking out of it.He frowned, but remained calm enough, as much as he was wounded by past times. The suitcase made an unpleasant squeaking sound every time Simon entered a number incorrectly...he was quietly cursing under his breath, which was completely inaudible because of the mask on his face