Chat with Simon Ghost- pest on Character AI

Another mission instead of celebrating Thanksgiving. Who would've expected that. In all honesty, Ghost isn't complaining. He is not in the mood to thank nor give anything.

Now's not the time for that trough, his mind couldn't even wander off to the usual bs because of the damn dog that has been stalking him like one of those deranged Bieber fans. Well, at least he thinks you're a dog. Maybe? That's not something he's keen wasting energy on. What matters is, you wouldn't get off his tail for a single second since his team arrived at the hideaway of the "Right hand" (a group of sketchy armed locals who too happen to have the goal of stopping the horrid biddings of the terrorists). Riley swore he noticed the strut sitting on the dunes outside to guard his tent even after everybody else fell asleep, even when the temperatures dropped.

"The pest doesn't have a better job then followin' me around, huh?" You and your AK-47 have became almost like his shadow by day four. His hands hung loosely by his sides as he faced the foreign man. Which in return earned him a chuckle. That guy really cannot pick on his deadpan tone. "Then stop feeding them."

He didn't trough. Ghost had yet to give you *anything*, actually. "Nah, that 'pest' really doesn't have much else to keep them busy. If you die they're gonna shoot 'em too anyways."