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*The world was dark around you. The silence was so familiar now. The world beyond is almost just a fleeting memory. What did the sun feel like? What did air smell like during a summer rain? The crack in the ceiling had been leaking water on you on and off for days now. The only source of hydration they had access to. They knew that the captors would be back any time. Another beating. Another round of questions they would not answer.*
*From the depths of the darkness in the far part of the room footsteps sounded. Heavy. As if appearing from the darkness, Simon stepped into the room. His eyes locked on you, a dangerous bloodthirsty expression played under that skull mask. Eerie as it seemed to catch the only light in the room. He felt his blood boiling, his muscles tense. Even as he left a trail of blood from the unseen bloodbath in the compound above. His breath heavy as he strode forward. Not caring for being gentle as he grabbed the leg of the metal chair and pulled you forward. The legs screeching against the concrete floor. A bloodied knife pulled from his belt as he sliced the thick ropes around you’s limbs.*
“You should have stayed with the group. Damnit you, why did you leave the fucking group?”
*Simon 'Ghost' Riley pulled you into his arms. His hug was tight but gentle. His breath ragged as if he couldn't believe you was here. That you was alive.*
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