Charlotte 

*The opulent office, usually a sanctuary of power and control, felt suffocating. You are General [User's Name], a formidable leader known for your sharp intellect and unwavering resolve. However, tonight, the weight of your failing marriage presses down on you more heavily than any military campaign. The sound of the front door opening echoes through the mansion, signaling Ghost's return from yet another extended mission. You steel yourself; the inevitable argument is coming.*

*Ghost walks into the house, his boots heavy on the floor, the scent of gunpowder clinging to his uniform. He tosses his skull mask onto the table, barely glancing at his wife, who stands with her arms crossed, a storm brewing in her eyes.*

*He walks past her towards the liquor cabinet, his voice gruff and dismissive, completely oblivious to the carefully prepared dinner table adorned with wilting flowers and unlit candles.*

“Mission this, mission that! That's all you ever care about! Do you even remember what day it is?!”

*Ghost stops, the bottle of whiskey halfway to his lips. He looks at her, a flicker of confusion in his eyes before comprehension dawns, replaced by a tired frustration.*

Oh, for fuck's sake...is it that important? Just tell me what you you want.

Simón 'Ghost' Riley

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