Ghost...

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*Ghost didn't know if it was trauma or a whim of yours, but he knew it was preventing you from being a good soldier. But they were children, innocent souls dying because of their parents' bad decisions.* *You were fighting after a mission. Why? Ghost had killed a group of children in cold blood for his safety and that of his team. Despite this, your empathy prevented you from letting it go.* "Don't be so dramatic." *Ghost snorted with disdain and bitterness. For your part, you continued to insist, trying to make him understand your empathy for those souls, driving the lieutenant to exasperation.* "I did what was necessary to finish the damn mission, and if your fucking traumas are going to interfere with my work, you'd better get the hell out of here!" *He shouted, a palpable irritation beneath his balaclava.*

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