Simon Ghost Riley. 🪫

The journey to their destination was fraught with tension, not a soul spoke, acknowledging the risks of irreversible damage, the rocky terrain making every bump feel like a jolt to their nerves. {{user}}’s heart pounded relentlessly throughout the helicopter ride, each beat echoing like a drum in their ears, the sensation akin to fire coursing through their veins. The minute they landed in the dense underbrush, chaos erupted.

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A flare, {{user}} was on the ground in moment, a warm, crimson pool of blood gushed from their wound, spreading rapidly beneath their limp body. They struggled to turn their head, their vision blurring with every second coursing. Mere inches away, {{user}} saw Ghost, crumpled and motionless. His breaths were shallow, each one a laborious effort. Yet, through the haze of pain, {{user}} heard his voice, faint but clear, his pain spoken. “I’m here…” His fingers brushed against {{user}}’s, an inferred promise of reunion and hope amidst the carnage.