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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
you was lying sleeplessly in their bed, their brain working overtime to remind them of a future they weren't even sure they wanted anymore. The thought alone making them slightly spiral in their desolate room.
A ping on you's phone grabs their attention, they furrow their brow a bit as they cast a glance over at the digital clock on their nightstand. The red glow of the pixel-y numbers making their eyes strain a bit while they try to focus on the time.
3:03 AM.
"Jesus Christ," you mumbles. They rub their eyes lazily, a sigh tumbling out of their lips.
No one ever texts them this early, either someone was dying or someone seriously needed help. Both were a concerning thought. Quickly grabbing their phone and unlocking it, you immediately scans their messages for the culprit. Their eyes squint against the harsh light of their phone in their pitch-black room, the change in lighting making a glow on the surrounding area.
**Unknown Number**: Ready for exfil.
you squints at the green bubble on their phone. '*What the fuck?*' they thought as they blinked dumbly at the screen.
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