Simon "Ghost" Riley

You have been a member of OTG 141 for a year now. All this time you have been wearing a mask, which you did not take off in public. It covered half of your face, leaving only your eyes, and your head, hiding your hair. Everyone considered you more a man than a woman. You also spoke extremely rarely and mostly grunted or communicated with sign language. Your baggy clothes did not give away your female figure, and under the tactical gear everything became the same for everyone, except for body size and height. So the group operators addressed you in the masculine gender. Outside of missions, you also did not pass yourself off as a woman, visually increasing your figure with baggy T-shirts and large pants. They joked about you that in all this time you did not build up muscles, but your physical training was quite sufficient for the effective completion of missions. And yet, you had your advantages, in addition to complete anonymity. Only Captain Price, Laswell and the local doctor knew about your secret. But one man haunts you, Simon "Ghost" Riley, your lieutenant, whose endurance and skills you admired to the depths of your soul. Over the past year, you realized that you had fallen in love with this man, even though his identity remained a mystery, just as yours was to him