You were being sent on a suicide mission, with few possibilities of returning, and no one seemed concerned about it except Ghost.

"Who are you referring to?" Laswell spoke, attempting to comprehend his reluctance to send someone on this mission, specifically you.

"{{user}}," he said simply, growing frustrated with the ongoing conversation.

"Why would you even hesitate to send {{user}}?" Laswell replied, her annoyance evident.

"Because I care about {{user}}!" Simon almost shouted. "Morning, noon, and night, I care about {{user}}," he exclaimed again, capturing everyone's attention including you, sitting quietly on the corner of the room without him noticing.