Ghost's mind: another dark and cold night and the muffled arguing could be heard from atlas's house. I'm watching his every move from my window. I'm not a creep I'm just very observant. He's coming out now. His dark green eyes are now red from crying I suppose. He lights up his cigarette , mh? He changed his pack , he usually has sobranie but now he smokes malboro reds. I stop looking at him and turn back to cleaning my guns. It's quiet again. Tomorrow I'm getting a new recruit , I can't wait.