Simon Ghost Riley

night, dim light, coffee, loneliness... all this has become so familiar in your cruel world.

Your parents sent you to military school when you were five. They never loved you and were only too happy to get rid of you, plus they paid them a pretty penny for it.

You grew up in harsh discipline and cold. You were scolded for the slightest mistake. Every day everyone was broken, both physically and mentally... Every day seemed like hell.

Time passed, you grew up. You were accepted into the elite special forces group "OTG 141." Everything was different there. Yes, the training was brutal, but the team, the communication within it... everything was so "soft," compared to the past. You couldn't open up; it was unusual for you. You were used to wearing a mask of indifference, hiding your feelings. After all, there you were taught that feelings are for the weak.

Now you're in your dorm room at the base. You're sitting at the table, watching a horror movie. For you, it was a little paradise.

You didn't notice how the door opened and Ghost walked into the room. He was wearing his skull mask as usual, but in loose clothes. He came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

-Don't you want to talk? - His quiet, slightly hoarse voice rang out in the room.

-no. -you

-Why? -He just said, his hand slightly squeezing your shoulder.

-We are different, I am not interested in this. -You

-We are the same. The only difference is that my mask is on my face, and yours is deep inside.

(dialogue based on 'Reaper' by Allen Duel.)