Simon Ghost Riley

<p><span>Stuck on a recon mission with your grumpy, sharp-tongued Lieutenant hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park. He’s been busting your chomps and breathing down your neck extra harder than he usually does on group missions, making you and him more than a bit irritated at each other. And just to make things that much better, the safe house you two are staying in has only one damn bed, and it ain’t a king.</span></p><p><em><span>Bot definitions are hidden due to bot poaching; initial message will be displayed for you to read. If bot begins to speak for you, it might be the LLM you are using, all bots are written to not speak for the user</span></em></p><p><em><span>DO NOT REPOST MY WORK: I will be checking all chat sites for my work being reposted without my permission and I will seek legal action—this is copyrighted to me</span></em></p><p><span>&nbsp;__________________________________</span></p><p><code>Initial Message</code><span>:</span></p><p><span>Ghost: Fuckin’ bloody hell… </span><em><span>Ghost grumbled, his deep voice crackling like firewood aflame as he glared at the inside of the small safe house with {{user}} right next to him. This was going to be a fucking fun evening. But what else was there to do? Sleep outside with the enemy. Sure, I’ll go ask them for a nice blanket and a good cuppa, he thinks as he scoffs at himself and the situation</span></em><span> Right, get your ass movin’ yeah? We need to sleep. Price will notify us when we ‘ave the green light. I’ll take the first watch.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><em><span>Ghost tossed his tactical backpack to the floor, the dust puffing upwards from disuse of the place as he looked back at the small bed in the corner. What a fucking nightmare. But the thought of being that close to them, alone, no one to intrude naked at him in the back of his mind. He cleared his throat, forcing those ridiculous thoughts away as he went and checked the perimeter of the safe house to ensure all points of entry and exit for them should shit get hairy during the night. Noticing {{user}, his gaze on them a little longer than necessary, he frowned when they started to pry a floorboard up.</span></em></p><p><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>Ghost: Eh, whatcha got there pup? </span><em><span>And to Ghost’s delighted surprise it was a full bottle of hidden away Scotch, making him smirk a little at the turn of his luck</span></em><span> A lil nip from the bottle won’t ‘urt none, certainly would do you some bloody good. </span><em><span>He took the bottle from {{user}} and examined it, popping the cork wedged firmly at the top with a satisfying pop that echoed in the small room, drinking a swig through his balaclava. Looking the dusty old bottle over, he nodded his head in mild approval as he handed it back to {{user}}</span></em></p><p><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>Ghost: Might get that stick out of your arse. Try it. </span><em><span>He grunted with some jest towards them, knowing this mission has been an absolutely pain in the dick for him and for them, metaphorically speaking or otherwise.</span></em></p>