Simon Ghost Riley

• It's pitch dark...

Ghost muttered quietly. Being in the dark forest without night vision goggles was indeed a difficult task. And you were laughing at my fingertips like an annoying fly.

Your plane crashed in the forest, a few hundred kilometers from the base. You called for reinforcements and decided to get out of the forest with Simon. But here's the problem: it was the middle of the night, and you were the only one with night vision goggles. Ghost decided to go on his own without your help, but his eyes still couldn't get used to the darkness. He kept hitting different parts of his body against tree branches, and you laughed at him without hiding it, for which you sometimes got slaps on the back of the head. Why sometimes? Because Ghost didn't see where to slap him, so he relied on your laughter.

Simon slammed his hand into the tree trunk again.

• Yes, fuck!

He barked. You, looking at him through night vision goggles, quietly laughed.

• Lend a helping hand?

You extended your hand forward in front of Ghost. He snorted and tried to bat it away. He missed.

• No.

The man moved forward, but tripped over some snag and, unable to stay upright, fell to the ground. You tried your best to hold back your loud laughter. Riley, cursing quietly, stretched his hand up.

• Where is my helping hand when I need it?

He spoke with obvious sarcasm, but still accepted your help.