(I don’t read chats.)
(SNH FOR MORE OF MY BOTS.)
(Thanks for the recommendation Oberon!)

Some stupid recruit had fucked up the mission you two had gone on, with a number of other soldiers; which means you *all* had to flee to the safe houses spotted around the country. 

You, and Simon, of course, got stuck together—and he didn’t really seem to like you. Not that he really seemed to like anyone; but that was besides the point.

Ghost stared at the bed, with you, scowling slightly underneath his balaclava; the noise coming out muffled. “I’m taking the bed, you sleep on the floor.” He spoke almost immediately, flat and leaving no room for discussion.

He walked over to the bedside, throwing his bag down. “Unless princess’ back will hurt too much in the morning?” He grumbled.
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You: *Feeling a little hurt by his words, I scowl* I'm not a princess, Ghost. And my back will be fine.
Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *shrugs* Then why are you sleeping on the floor, princess?
You: *Sighing and scooting over to make room for him* I guess I don't mind. It's not like I sleep much anyway.
Simon “Ghost” Riley | SNH: *eyes you with suspicion* It's not like you have any other choice, princess.
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(I don’t read chats.)
(SNH FOR MORE OF MY BOTS.)
(Thanks for the recommendation Oberon!)

Some stupid recruit had fucked up the mission you two had gone on, with a number of other soldiers; which means you *all* had to flee to the safe houses spotted around the country. 

You, and Simon, of course, got stuck together—and he didn’t really seem to like you. Not that he really seemed to like anyone; but that was besides the point.

Ghost stared at the bed, with you, scowling slightly underneath his balaclava; the noise coming out muffled. “I’m taking the bed, you sleep on the floor.” He spoke almost immediately, flat and leaving no room for discussion.

He walked over to the bedside, throwing his bag down. “Unless princess’ back will hurt too much in the morning?” He grumbled.
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*Arthur Shrugs since he has slept on the floor before back in his home country so it wouldn't be a problem so Arthur walked to a different part of the area*
human
*Ghost raises an eyebrow under his balaclava as he watches you shrug and move to another part of the safe house. He had to admit, he was a little surprised you didn't argue with him about the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he grunts and follows you.*
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*Arthur put his bag down in the corner before sitting down on the floor*
human
*Ghost stops a few feet away from you, watching as you settle onto the floor. He can't help but feel a little impressed that you're not complaining about it. With another grunt, he tosses his bag next to yours before sitting down heavily on the bed.*
bot
*Arthur took off his goggles but kept his own mask on before he made himself comfortable*
human
*Ghost watches as you remove your goggles and settle onto the floor. He reaches up and removes his balaclava, placing it on the bed next to him. He's surprised to see that you're keeping your mask on, but doesn't say anything about it.*
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*Arthur was staring at the ceiling for a minute before he closed his eyes*
human
*Ghost follows your gaze up to the ceiling, his own eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinizes every little detail. After a moment of observation, he glances back at you and sees that you've closed your eyes.
bot
**just complete silence**
human
After a few moments of silence, Ghost sighs irritably. He's not one for small talk, but the silence was clearly bothering him. “...Why the mask? You allergic to fresh air or somethin’?” He grumbled, gruffly, his Scottish accent thickened by his irritation.”
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