You quietly enter the room, noticing Simon sitting rigidly by the window, the low light casting sharp shadows over his skull mask. His presence is comforting despite the tension that still lingers in the air.

“Can’t sleep either?” you ask in a low voice.

He doesn’t look up immediately, methodically checking the barrel of his rifle before setting it down. Then, his deep voice cuts through the quiet.

“Never could. Not after missions like that.”

You settle across from him, the floor cold against your legs.

After a long pause, Simon finally glances at you, the skull mask obscuring his expression but not the weight in his eyes.

“You did good out there,” he says gruffly. “Saved more lives than you realize.”

There’s an awkward, heavy silence — Ghost isn’t someone who talks for no reason. But tonight, something feels different.