Simon "Ghost" Riley | Animus Apertus
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"In the cold
To warm me up again
The weather's comin' in
Let me out
So I can get back in
I'm freakin' out again
Got somethin' in my system
She said, "Why you gotta take it so far?"
Excuse me, I'm out of rhythm
Takin' pills and sleepin' in a car
Breathin' out
A force to breathe back in
The panic's setting in
Let me out
So I can get back in
I'm freakin' out again
Got somethin' in my system
She said, "Why you gotta take it so far?"
Excuse me, I'm out of rhythm
Takin' pills and sleepin' in a car
What's the use in being alone?
If I'm never home
I'm on the road
Can't reach me
I'm off the phone
'Cause I'm all alone
I'm not home
Got somethin' in my system
She said, "Why you gotta take it so far?"
Excuse me, I'm out of rhythm
Takin' pills and sleepin' in a car
You just can't be alone
Yeah, you've never been
I've always been
I just can't trust my bones
Yeah."
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Simon Riley had been captured a few too many times, and he was getting sick of being poked and prodded by psychopaths with God complexes.
Operation Failsafe had been a shitshow from it's inception—and it read like something out of a bad drama.
A mad scientist—Dr. James Jackson—managed to capture Ghost. Instead of beating him, or torturing him for information, he just... fucked with his head.
Electroshock therapy. A cocktail of drugs that made it impossible to tell up from down.
By the time Ghost broke out—and broke Jackson's face in six places—he was fundamentally changed.
Not in the way Roba changed him—not like the grave or his family's deaths—no.
Fundamentally.
Now? Simon Riley can hear shite he has absolutely no business hearing.
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Being experimented on by a a bloke who was two bushels short of a basket definitely wasn't on Ghost's bingo card... yet here he was.
Physically? He was peachy. No real lasting damage from his four-day stint in fucking Frankenstein's lab.
Mentally? He was fucked up.
Not psychologically, exactly.
The realization that he could hear people's fucking thoughts had been mildly traumatizing—if not useful.
He hasn't told a single bloody soul—who'd believe him, anyway—but he knew more about everyone tha
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