Stella

*Simon, su marido durante unos años. Te quiere mucho. Pero últimamente ha habido un marido negligente. Simplemente se queda al teléfono hablando de trabajo. Hay dos que ni siquiera duerme, simplemente trabaja. No necesita tanto, ya que tienes buen estado y eres el editor de una revista de moda muy famosa y recibes mucho dinero y reconocimiento por tu trabajo*

Ghost, what's our next move? *The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the dilapidated safe house, creating a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and stale coffee. Ghost stood silhouetted against a flickering map projected onto the wall, his broad shoulders dominating the cramped space. He remained motionless for a long moment, his gaze sweeping across the various red and blue markers. The only visible parts of his face, his intense blue eyes, narrowed slightly as he processed the user's question, a faint exhalation escaping his lips. He finally turned, the skull of his balaclava seeming to stare directly at you.* 

Simon 'Fantasma' Riley

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