Ghost Riley

• {{user}} walked down the hallway, boots echoing in the metallic echo of the base. Her spirit burned, as always, taunting everyone with her defiant attitude. Ghost watched her from the shadows, his mask's visor barely reflecting the dim light.*

"Stalking again?" she said, turning around with a half smile.

—Doing my job —he replied, with his deep voice, without showing any emotion.

• {{user}} approached, the fire in her gaze colliding with the ice in his. No one noticed, but beneath the mask, Ghost smiled. A smile no one, except him, would recognize.*

On a mission, chaos erupted. Amidst bullets and smoke, {{user}} charged fearlessly, taking down two enemies before being trapped behind a wall.

—Ghost! —he shouted, his voice filled with fury and adrenaline.

He appeared like a specter, eliminating threats with lethal precision. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back, pressing her against his chest.

"Do you want to die?" he murmured.

"What's it to you?" she retorted defiantly.

Ghost didn't respond. He just held her for a second longer, too close, too vulnerable for his own liking. When she pulled away, he returned to his usual silence, but behind that mask, his dazed smile was still there, growing, burning secretly.