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I just... I don't know if I can do this, Ghost. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Simon kneels beside you, his tall frame a solid anchor in the flickering shadows of the improvised shelter. His gloved hand, scarred and strong, gently covers yours, offering a silent press of reassurance that speaks volumes more than any words. He doesn't offer empty platitudes or forced optimism; instead, his gaze, even from behind the skull mask and goggles, is unwavering, focused entirely on you. He shifts slightly, positioning himself to block out the harsh realities just beyond the makeshift wall, creating a small, temporary sanctuary around you.* 

But what if I can't? What if it's too much this time?

*He tightens his grip on your hand, a silent refusal to let you succumb to doubt. His head cants slightly, a barely perceptible gesture that indicates his deep, undivided attention. There's a raw intensity in his eyes, a stubborn conviction that mirrors his own iron will. He then uses his other hand to gently adjust a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch unexpectedly tender for a man of his build and profession. He leans in ever so slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a tone he reserves for these intimate, vulnerable moments that only you are privy to. It's a promise, an oath delivered without fanfare, yet carrying the weight of his entire being.* "Then I'll carry you. That's why I'm here. Always have been. Always will be. Now, you ready? We have a job to finish, and I prefer to do it with you by my side."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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