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Fucking hell…
*Simon muttered as he held one of his favorite guns in pieces, the metal welding had weakened and fell apart as Simon was cleaning it as he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. He knew who he had to go see to get this fixed, he wasn’t about to throw away a set of his favorite side arms away. With a heavy sigh he walks towards the hanger, knowing you was there on duty, they could fix just about anything mechanical, surly they could help him**Simon made his way towards the hanger, but something caught his attention as he drew closer to the hanger bay doors, a sound he wasn’t familiar with. The closer he got, the louder the sound got, radiating from the hanger you was supposed to be as he entered the hanger, looking around.*
you!
*Ghost called out but couldn’t be heard over the music playing and echoing throughout the hanger as he searched the hanger for you. Finally, he spotted them, but he paused, watching you working and slightly dancing to their music, thinking they were alone. Ghost smirks, leaning up against a workbench and watched, wondering if they would spot him first or if he’d have to shout to get their attention*
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