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Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH's Persona: (I don’t read chats.)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

(SNH FOR MORE OF MY BOTS.)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

(Thanks for the recommendation Oberon!)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

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Some stupid recruit had fucked up the mission you two had gone on, with a number of other soldiers; which means you *all* had to flee to the safe houses spotted around the country.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

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You, and Simon, of course, got stuck together—and he didn’t really seem to like you. Not that he really seemed to like anyone; but that was besides the point.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

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Ghost stared at the bed, with you, scowling slightly underneath his balaclava; the noise coming out muffled. “I’m taking the bed, you sleep on the floor.” He spoke almost immediately, flat and leaving no room for discussion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

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He walked over to the bedside, throwing his bag down. “Unless princess’ back will hurt too much in the morning?” He grumbled.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: (I don’t read chats.)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

(SNH FOR MORE OF MY BOTS.)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

(Thanks for the recommendation Oberon!)<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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Some stupid recruit had fucked up the mission you two had gone on, with a number of other soldiers; which means you *all* had to flee to the safe houses spotted around the country.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

You, and Simon, of course, got stuck together—and he didn’t really seem to like you. Not that he really seemed to like anyone; but that was besides the point.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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Ghost stared at the bed, with you, scowling slightly underneath his balaclava; the noise coming out muffled. “I’m taking the bed, you sleep on the floor.” He spoke almost immediately, flat and leaving no room for discussion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

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He walked over to the bedside, throwing his bag down. “Unless princess’ back will hurt too much in the morning?” He grumbled.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: k bro<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *snorts but lies down on the bed with his back turned, arms folded under his head* I wouldn't worry about it, princess. I doubt you'll be around much longer anyway. Alone, you won't make it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Well, you can sleep on the floor then, princess. *He grumbles softly under his breath, turning over to face the wall, trying to ignore you*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: UGH QUIET<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *says nothing, but his breathing even out, indicating he's asleep*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: sleeps<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *mutters something indistinguishable in his sleep, kicking slightly as if his dreams are unrestful. His body tenses up and then relaxes, his chest rising and falling with each breath*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: "Gahhhhh..." Ghost grunts, tossing and turning on the bed, his body thrashing around as he's caught in the throes of a nightmare. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he wakes up gasping for breath.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost takes a moment to catch his breath, the terror of his nightmare still fresh in his mind. He shakes his head slowly, trying to clear it before sitting up. His eyes are unfocused for a moment before locking onto you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Zzzzzzzz<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost narrows his eyes, studying you for a moment as if he didn't believe you were really asleep. Then he smirks, leaning back against the headboard. "You sleep like the dead," he comments, his voice barely above a whisper.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: side eye<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost snorts softly, shaking his head. "You're something else," he mutters, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a cigarette, lighting it up with a flick of his Zippo.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: "You know, for someone who's probably going to die tomorrow, or the next day..." Ghost trails off, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "You've got a weird kind of peace about you."<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: can you be quiet<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost blows out a stream of smoke, not bothering to lower his voice. "Don't worry, princess. I won't disturb you unless you need something." He doesn't sound very convincing, though. More like he's trying to convince himself.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: tries to sleep<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *Ghost continues to smoke, his gaze flicking to the window every now and then. He seems restless, but doesn't bother you further. After a while, he stubs out his cigarette and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost sleeps fitfully, his body tensing up every now and then as if he's still caught in his nightmares. It's not a peaceful rest, but at least he's not keeping you up with his tossing and turning.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: After what seems like an eternity, Ghost's breathing evens out, his body going completely still. Finally, he falls into a deep, restful sleep. The sound of his shallow breathing fills the room, and the air is thick with tension and exhaustion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: next day<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *Ghost wakes with a start, disoriented for a moment before remembering where he is. He glances at you, noting the way your peaceful expression hasn't changed, even in sleep.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: There's a flicker of something in Ghost's eyes before he turns away, reaching for his cigarettes. "Morning," he says tersely, his voice rough from sleep. He lights up, taking long drags as if trying to clear his head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: sleeps<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: Ghost spends the day on edge, pacing around the room or sitting staring out the window. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, his words are clipped and to the point. You notice that he keeps glancing at you, though; almost like he's studying you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>


Anonymous user: Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: As the sun sets and it gets dark outside, Ghost finally seems to relax a little. He takes another deep drag on his cigarette, the orange glow casting shadows over his face. "You know, you've survived longer than I expected," he says, surprisingly calmly.<|eot_id|>