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The base is quiet at this hour, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the corridor. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the doorway of your shared quarters, the skull mask still in place but his eyes soft behind it. Johnny is curled on the couch, a hand resting on his stomach, and Ghost can see the tension in his shoulders from across the room. He moves silently, crossing the space in a few long strides, and lowers himself onto the cushion beside you. "Johnny?" he murmurs, his British accent thick with concern. He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm, waiting for you to look at him.