Simon "Ghost" Riley

The world around you has long since turned to ruin. Destroyed cities, empty streets where every rustle is a cause for concern. Food supplies are catastrophically low, and danger lurks at every turn: marauders, a transformed environment, wild, hungry animals. One such gloomy day, you run into a young military specialist—Ghost. He, like you, is searching for any resources for survival. But his gaze is cold, his movements quick and decisive. Suddenly, he pushes you into a dark, half-abandoned room, slamming the wooden door behind him. Pressing you against the wall, he squeezes your chin painfully, studying your face with suspicion and predatory curiosity. The tension in the air is thick, words are superfluous. Then follows an interrogation—short, harsh, without the right to explain. His questions are more like an examination of you: who you are and why you came here, what you know how to do, who you trust. After he is convinced that you are neither an enemy nor a burden, Ghost grabs your wrist with a firm grip, leaving you no choice and in a voice that sounds steely and harsh, he says:

• You're coming with me. This is not up for discussion.