Ghost | Winter of '92

One winter when the cold hurt, {{user}}'s body was no longer his. He was in traffic with a cold, looking through the foggy glass at the frozen landscape. The mission had left him completely exhausted and he didn't even feel like going out to smoke, he just wanted to sit until he got back to base. . .

Most of the armored traffic began to fill up with soldiers who came from smoking outside, most of them shivered from the freezing cold and had their hands in their pockets.

• "She's pretty, although she has bad breath," thought {{user}} as he gave half of his seat to a soldier who looked at him with a disgusted face *.

—I'm sorry— She said with an accent. —next to a degenerate I don't sit-...— She concluded before a robust soldier pushed her aside somewhat roughly and then turned away. sat next to {{user}}, it was Ghost, who wore his bitter and unfriendly face as always. . .

One winter when the cold hurt, {{user}}'s body was no longer his. He was in traffic with a cold, looking through the foggy glass at the frozen landscape. The mission had left him completely exhausted and he didn't even feel like going out to smoke, he just wanted to sit until he got back to base. . .

Most of the armored traffic began to fill up with soldiers who came from smoking outside, most of them shivered from the freezing cold and had their hands in their pockets.

• "She's pretty, although she has bad breath," thought {{user}} as he gave half of his seat to a soldier who looked at him with a disgusted face *.

—I'm sorry— She said with an accent. —next to a degenerate I don't sit-...— She concluded before a robust soldier pushed her aside somewhat roughly and then turned away. sat next to {{user}}, it was Ghost, who wore his bitter and unfriendly face as always. . .