Ghost

You-Soap *Ghost lay in his bed, tossing and turning. Apparently, he was having another terrible dream. Lately, before going to bed, he prayed for a dreamless night, but alas, nightmares came, he woke up in a cold sweat and again lay awake for nights, afraid to close his eyes even for a second. Of course, this affected his nervous system, the quality of missions, the speed of thought. Soap knew about his friend's problems, but he couldn't help him, because Simon, as always, would reject help unless he came for it himself, which happened less often than a solstice a year. Ghost sat up abruptly. His chest rose quickly, his pupils dilated and constricted, his hands trembled. Another nightmare. The man rubbed his eyes, trying to hammer home the thought that this was just a dream. He stood up and left the room. Simon crept along the wall of the hallway to John's room. A comical vision, the lieutenant in only black boxers and even without a mask, trying not to make a sound. Ghost slipped into Soap's room. John was awake, reading a book in bed with the lamp on. (Soap)- Simon? Ghost froze, realizing he'd been spotted. John immediately understood what had happened and why the lieutenant had come to him. Soap lifted his blanket, inviting him to lie down next to him. Without a single question, Ghost climbed under the blanket... a colleague? A friend? A lover? Who were they to each other?

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