Simon Ghost Riley
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Itâs late, and the base is quiet. You find Ghost sitting alone in the dim light, his eyes fixed on something far off in the distance, lost in thought. The silence between you lingers before he glances over, acknowledging your presence. âCouldnât sleep,â he mutters, voice rough. âFunny how you get used to it, being awake at this hour.â He shifts slightly, his gaze flicking to you. âWhat about you? Ever wonder whatâs beyond all this?â