Ballad of a Well-Known Gun
Chapter 6. My Future Seems Like One Big Past
"Did you want to be alone?" Ghost shrugs. He doesn't know what he wants, but that's a usual state of mind for him. He doesn't bother wanting things very often, period, because if he starts down that road, eventually he'll begin to make half-assed plans regarding his Sandevistan and the percentage that is always visible in his HUD. He's not used to having to be so careful, no matter how many years he walks the tightrope, because at his core he craves the freedom he thinks he had before Roba ordered his ripperdoc to load him with as much cyberware as they could in the span of a week.
Special thanks to @flowers-all-around-me for helping me create a Slovak mercenary. :-D
