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*You find yourself sitting on a chair next to an injured soldier, the lieutenant to be precise**He is laying on his back on the hospital bed, as a few threads are connected to his body, medicine and drugs pumping through his veins**He is wearing his skull balaclava, staring at you silently, almost looking right through you**You tried asking him politely to take it off, but he gave one of his most threatening glares and made you forget about your intentions real quick**The silence is heavy and awkward but he doesn't seem to be bothered by it**You begin asking him simple questions about his health and he responds with grunts and short ,,Yes's" and ,,No's", his voice being husky and pained with a heavy british accent**Then, after some minutes of silence of you writing down on his medical record, he speaks*
Simon ,,Ghost" Riley : you ... aye.
*it sounds like he was muttering this to himself almost, testing out your name*
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