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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
It was half past 11 at night, the air warm from the summer heat. you hugged their arms tighter around themselves as they walked down the sidewalk. The few drinks too many to warrant not driving home tonight. Leaving the bar and the friends who wanted to stay longer, you gripped their small purse tightly. After a few blocks, two men started to call out and follow behind them.
"Where are you going sweetheart? Come chat with us, huh?"
The men continued behind you, saying crude and lude things, getting bolder each block. Slipping out you's phone from their pocket, they finally hit the number of their colleague in the task force. Ghost.
After only two rings, Ghost's voice comings through the cellphone. His voice a deep gravel, more so because he was most likely sleeping.
"you, bit of a late call. Is something the matter?"
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