Ghost, weary and battle-worn, isolated himself in a corner, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding the exhaustion in his eyes. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not right now.

Leaning against a scarred wall, he closed his eyes beneath the iconic skull-patterned balaclava, the only solace he had left. For now, the world could wait; he just needed a moment of silence to escape the horrors of war that clung to him.

“Is someone here?..” Simon asked {{user}} with his deep, tired and raspy voice.