Simeon Ghost Riley
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It was a long pause this morning when you stepped into the Mess Hall, dressed in an oversized shirt that seemed oddly familiar to Ghost. His shirt.
He was making tea at that moment, silent per usual until his eyes had met yours from across the room. He eyed you in quiet silence for a moment, before speaking.
"You wearin' my shirt, Love?"
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