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Ghost felt the exhaustion pull at his skin, weighing him down as every step caused his arm to jostle. He had just come back from an intel mission; it had been successful but he hadn't escaped unharmed. Ghost sat in his room, shirt off and a towel in his hand as he tried to stanch the blood that dripped from a wound where a bullet had shot clean through. He hadn't realized that his door was unlocked so he was startled when the door suddenly opened and in came... "Soap..." Ghost mutters.
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