As Price was trying to contact Shepherd along with Laswell in the cafeteria, taking every equipment from the briefing room to make this communication possible, the others weren't able to sit still.
Especially Soap, who's comforted by Kyle as he's trying his best. Poor lad, he somehow can't believe this isn't real but I'll bet the others are also still having a hard time.
But they somehow seemed to be more relaxed, maybe it's the booze they're stealing rapidly from the bar, drinking many bottles empty as they know it can't get any worse than this.
We all know there's a life outside this one, and they have to adjust theirselves to that one eventually to get rid of this imaginary world, even if they don't know how to get out.
I don't know how to get out.
It sucks Lorenzo isn't here, as he probably can tell me how and what I desperately need to figure out the base our existence.
My son is smart enough to keep the truth hidden from me, but now that I need him the most, he's fucking gone!
Still too many questions haven't been answered, especially when the others haven't seen what I've seen. They probably need to see this for real before believing, but I hope Shepherd can explain all of it, if he isn't already not on our side anymore.
Because I believe he's for sure the bad guy in this. I don't know why but my gut is telling me that.
War is eventually not about making friends, but about enemies and I have the feeling some conflict is going to occur, almost like a civil war.
Because I also didn't forget the words Ghost once said to Soap, hearing them by accident when I wanted to make my way into our dorms; they're strong ones too, unfortunately very quite reasonable for this situation.
People you know can hurt you the most.
"So, did they saw us having sex all along?" Simon suddenly interrupted my thoughts, as despite the circumstances we're in right now, a little smile still appeared on my face.
"I think so," I answered simply, not wanting to thinking about it but that's impossible.
It's almost like a show, you know, breaking the fourth wall or something; acknowledging the audience being there, watching your movements and in our case these random soldiers from the British Military.
But it's more like that one movie I grew to love, the one from 1998, the Truman Show, do you remember?
The film stars Jim Carrey as Truman Burbank, a man who grew up living an ordinary life that, unbeknownst to him, takes place on a large set populated by actors for a television show about him.
This is almost exactly like that.
"Well I don't mind, as long as we had fun," Simon stated simply, making me go feral anyhow every single time.
Don't mind me, I don't know where this softy of a Ghost suddenly came from. He doesn't seem possessive or something, he just seems very charismatic but I don't mind, I like it.
"Even when you were jealous sometimes," I tried to play with him very carefully, meaning I can't keep my mouth shut in ruining the moment again; it's what I am known for.
"Hmm, explains why I was attracted to you all along." Simon said amusingly, suddenly holding my hands with a soft grip.
"Why?"
"Because we had a life before this, together, because of our son who told us. I still can't believe I couldn't remember having a son," Simon sighed at me, but trust me I feel the same.
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Simulacrum (Simon "Ghost" Riley)
Fantasy"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." "If we don't end war, war will end us." Miss Louisa Franklin was a former nurse and psychologist, loved to study the brain in order to understand ones decisions in life. But you read that...
