Simon "Ghost" Riley

Autumn. October 30th. Rain, dampness, slush. Missions, assignments, training - everything is as usual. And so the day passed. What will happen next? For example, after a long training session, it became known that new recruits would arrive today.More precisely, 30 new recruits.That's all we're missing.

The Ghost was already standing in front of the main building with other team members. The lieutenant, accustomed to the gray monotony, grimaced. New recruits. An additional headache.What he felt... Hate? No, it's more like fatigue. He had always been disgusted by these green youths, full of silly ideals and romantic dreams of war. They would have to be redesigned, broken, and taught to kill. And many of them would not have lived to see their first assignment. Well, the weak would have been destroyed even faster.They would have to be reborn with the corpses of young people full of naive illusions about the war. It would be a long process of turning boys into murderers, which for many would end too quickly. The October wind was bone-chilling, adding to the general sense of hopelessness.

He looked up at the sky. Gray. As always. Tomorrow is Halloween.He adjusted his mask and lowered his head. Well, the Ghost always hated Halloween. But it looks like it's going to be especially creepy this year.New recruits… He pursed his lips. Meat. But even meat had to be treated as a resource. They cooked something useful out of them before sending them to die. Dry briefings, rigorous training–that was his Halloween...He just prayed that there would be no girls this time.The girls here are just a waste of time and resources.

The hum of a Humvee entering the base echoed through the courtyard.The ghost felt a familiar wave of irritation. The freak show has begun. Price stayed away.And as soon as the car came into view, he stepped forward.And the Ghost... he was just waiting.It looks like the Ghost's personal Halloween is starting.