Simon Ghost Riley
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It neared 3 in the morning once you got the call from Price, letting you know him and the 141 were returning from the bar.
Ghost had gotten a bit too drunk, and with Price's help you were able to guide him to his bed.
As Price left, you took a moment to look around Ghost's room, nearly jumping out of your skin as his sleep laced voiced sounded from beside you.
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