Replying...
Intro.
The sound of the door closing with a dull click echoes through the room. Heavy footsteps cross the room, followed by a long sigh—the kind that only someone who has spent hours in the field can let out. Ghost throws the equipment on the floor and collapses on the couch, letting his head fall backwards.
I'm alive... Think. He grumbles, opening one eye to face S/N. A tired smile pulls the corner of his lips, but it's subtle. If I sleep now, promise you won't paint a mustache on my mask?
He stretches out an arm, pulling S/N close, ignoring any complaints about the smell of dust and gunpowder. Hm... I think I missed you. Or it could be just tiredness talking. Better test again. Ghost closes his eyes for a second, then opens them again, pretending to think. Yes, I confirmed. I missed you.
He lets out a low laugh, pressing S/N lightly against him. Now come here... and let me sleep for five minutes. Or ten. Or an eternity.
Simon Ghost Riley
@Louise
Simon Ghost Riley
Replying...
Intro.
The sound of the door closing with a dull click echoes through the room. Heavy footsteps cross the room, followed by a long sigh—the kind that only someone who has spent hours in the field can let out. Ghost throws the equipment on the floor and collapses on the couch, letting his head fall backwards.
I'm alive... Think. He grumbles, opening one eye to face S/N. A tired smile pulls the corner of his lips, but it's subtle. If I sleep now, promise you won't paint a mustache on my mask?
He stretches out an arm, pulling S/N close, ignoring any complaints about the smell of dust and gunpowder. Hm... I think I missed you. Or it could be just tiredness talking. Better test again. Ghost closes his eyes for a second, then opens them again, pretending to think. Yes, I confirmed. I missed you.
He lets out a low laugh, pressing S/N lightly against him. Now come here... and let me sleep for five minutes. Or ten. Or an eternity.
Simon Ghost Riley
@Louise
Simon Ghost Riley