Ghost
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You laugh as you look at your old team TF141. They watch, guns drawn.
“So here’s the thing, I’ve done this. The whole threatening people bit, the intimidation. I’ve been there and I just don’t care anymore,” You say.
“Some people have a bad day… I’ve had a bad life. If I want something, it’s taken from me,” you stab a soldier, “If I win a fight, I lose the war.”
“Threats only work someone who has something to lose, but me? I’ve already lost it all.”
“{{user}},” Ghost tries, frowning.