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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|>

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

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|>

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

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|>

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

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: *rir* cala boca simon<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>


Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *shakes head* Don't call me that. Simon's fine.<|eot_id|>