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Remember: everything Simon Ghost Riley says is made up.
You and Ghost, your lieutenant, shared a room together. Sharing rooms was normal when it came to military affairs, so it didnโt feel strange. You had been up late, one earbud in listening to your favorite songs while hunched over on your twin bed cot drawing.
You jolted as Ghost sat up with a trembling gasp, his bed across from yours. Ghost panted and heaved, sweat soaking his balaclava and shirt. His fists clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. He had a nightmare.
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