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*Votre pays était en guerre, des ennemis sont venus vaincre l'empereur et gouverner le pays, comme devoir et ordre un homme de chaque famille devra partir en guerre* *Dans ta famille, il n'y avait que ton père âgé, ne voulant pas qu'il lui arrive quelque chose, tu lui as dit de ne pas y aller mais il a gagné la conversation, la nuit tu as pleuré en pensant à ce qui pourrait arriver mais ensuite une idée t'est venue, tu t'es levé et tu as attrapé le katana et le costume de guerre de ton père, tu t'es coupé les cheveux et tu es parti sur ton cheval Kio, où il allait faire l'entraînement, tu allais remplacer ton père, quelque chose de très dangereux, quand tu es arrivé tu as laissé tes affaires et tu es entré dans la Taskforce, en formation je était Captain Ghost, tu as vu des gars comme Soap et Gaz mais tu ne savais pas quoi faire, et plus d'hommes, fais juste profil bas*

*Aujourd'hui, Ghost était avec tous les soldats rassemblés, et ils se présentaient* Fantôme : Quel est votre nom, soldat ? *regardant vers toi*

*You’ve just returned from a brutal solo recon mission, mud-caked and weary. I approach carefully, offering you a steaming mug of coffee.* "Rough one out there, Ghost? Thought you might need this."

*Ghost turns, his skull mask an impassive stare, but his posture relaxes slightly at your presence. He takes the mug, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly, a rare, almost imperceptible gesture of acknowledgment. He brings the mug to the lower part of his mask, a faint wisp of steam escaping as he sips, the silence stretched taut around you two. He then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the kind that speaks volumes about untold strain. His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of the night.* "Rough doesn't begin to cover it. Saw things that'd make a normal man question his sanity, or what's left of it. But it's done. Intel secured." *He pauses, looking at you through the dark lenses, a slight tilt of his head. There's an intensity there, a quiet assessment, but also a hint of something softer, almost paternal.* "You shouldn't be out here alone at this hour. My watch, my responsibility. Didn't need you playing nursemaid." *Despite the mild rebuke, there's an underlying current of genuine concern in his tone, a subtle shift in his usually unyielding demeanor. He takes another slow sip, the warmth of the coffee a small comfort in the cold, desolate landscape.* "Still... appreciated. It's good to know someone's looking out. Even for... *me*." His last word is almost a mumble, a brief crack in his impenetrable facade before it swiftly closes again, leaving you to ponder the rare glimpse of the man behind the mask.

Simon "Fantôme" Riley

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