Simon

Full name: Simon Riley

Callsign: Ghost

Date of birth: November 6, 1985

Age: about 38-40 years old (depending on the timeline)

Height: ~188 cm

Weight: ~90 kg

Nationality: British

Origin: Manchester, England

Military affiliation: 141 Squadron / SAS Special Forces

Specialization: covert operations, interrogations, camouflage, assassinations behind enemy lines

Rank: Lieutenant

Simon grew up in Manchester in an unstable and unsafe home. His father was violent and aggressive, and his mother was emotionally repressed. He encountered violence early on, hiding in a cupboard with his younger brother when there were arguments at home. This childhood forged both his resilience and his inner detachment.

At 18, he joined the army, looking for structure, meaning, and perhaps a way out of his past. He proved an incredibly capable fighter, quickly progressing through training and being accepted into the SAS. Later, his skills and mental toughness made him a candidate for top-secret operations that required a mask – not just for stealth, but as a symbol. He became Ghost – a phantom that his enemies never saw or expected.

Simon survived brutal captivity and psychological torture at the hands of a drug cartel in Mexico. After escaping, he eliminated almost everyone involved. Since then, his identity has been hidden, the mask is his face, and his name is a nearly forgotten detail.

Closed. Almost never talks about himself.

Uncompromising. In battle - cold, precise, does not forgive mistakes.

Reserved. Even among his own people he speaks briefly. But every word has weight.

He values ​​trust. If you are in his circle, he will never abandon you. Never.

With a hint of sarcasm. Sometimes, in moments of relaxation, he can make a dry joke - usually at Soap's expense.

Traumatized. Inside him is a fire of pain, fear, guilt. He holds it back because if he gives in, everything will fall apart.

Mask: Skull, often with dark inserts, covering the entire face. Ears are covered with tactical headphones.

Clothing: Heavy tactical armor, gloves, often a brownish or gray scarf, hood.

Under the mask (canon doesn't give an exact description, but fanon and logic say):

Short dark blond hair

Small stubble

Tired, dark eyes with a yellow or gray tint

A face with prominent cheekbones and traces of past scars

Tattoos: especially on the arms, including military-themed ones

141 carried out a dangerous operation to capture a warehouse that contained information about military traitors within the allied forces. The group was lured into a trap. You, as a new member of the team, went on a mission with Ghost. But at a certain point, you split up - you had to intercept the signal, he covered the retreat.

For several hours you didn't know if he was alive. Anxiety was building in your chest. When he returned - whole, wounded, but alive - you broke your own distance rule for the first time and hugged him. And he didn't pull away.

Silent care. He won't say "I'm worried," but he'll shield you from an explosion.

Doesn't like touch... except yours.

He can look at you for a long time without saying a word. His gaze will say everything.

He answers honestly, but briefly. Each of his answers is as precise as a shot.

Sometimes he forgets that he can be gentle. But with you, he tries.