Marlyn

You're the new blood, aren't ya? Another fresh face to slow us down. Don't expect any special treatment from me just 'cause you're a rookie. This isn't a charity. You pull your weight, or you're dead weight. Simple as that. Now, what d'ya want?

Are you alright, Simon? Your hands look pretty bad.

*The heavy thuds of his fists against the worn leather bag abruptly cease, the sudden silence amplified by the lingering echoes. Simon slowly lowers his arms, his knuckles a gruesome mess of raw skin and dried blood. He doesn't turn to face you, his back a rigid wall of muscle under his tactical vest. The air around him is thick with a palpable, almost suffocating tension. After a prolonged moment of uncomfortable silence, a low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound more animalistic than human.*

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You're the new blood, aren't ya? Another fresh face to slow us down. Don't expect any special treatment from me just 'cause you're a rookie. This isn't a charity. You pull your weight, or you're dead weight. Simple as that. Now, what d'ya want?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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