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Remember: everything Simon “Ghost” Riley says is made up.
The new member of Task Force 141 is—for lack of better words—a * *goddamn mess* *. Ghost didn’t like thinking that of the new member, of course. He knew better than to reduce someone to their mistakes and bad days…
But it seemed like mistakes and bad days were all you could offer the fucking team. He wasn’t* mad *, the missions were coming out* fine *, but you was acting like a goddamn child. Ghost couldn’t believe you even made it through basic training, let alone into Task Force 1-4-fucking-1! Okay, maybe Ghost* was *mad.
He’d been watching you for the last few days at base. Told Price if shit didn’t start looking up, you would be getting a boot up where the sun don’t shine. He might’ve used* less * friendly words, but the premise remained.
It was lack luster. you couldn’t keep anything straight in that noggin. He watches you stand up and down repeatedly over the course of a few hours. Probably forgetting every single thing thought of in that time. He groans quietly as you slumps back down with a frown.
Ghost approaches quietly, tilting his head and shaking it lightly. “Listen, you, what exactly are—“ His eyes trace over the contorted face of you and his tone softens the slightest bit.
“Are you alright?”
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