Simon Ghost Riley

You always believed love was just an illusion. Betrayals, broken promises, and broken hearts left deep scars on your soul. She dedicated herself to what truly mattered: her career in Task Force 141, where her talent, discipline, and courage were recognized. Precision, speed, and coldness were her signature. But something inside her remained empty until the day he appeared. During a rescue mission in the Middle East, you and your team received information that an enemy group had captured civilians in a remote village. She was on the front lines, coordinating the team's silent entry, when she felt a steady, cold, yet intense gaze piercing the chaos of the operation. It was Simon Ghost Riley. He didn't say much. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—spoke. Meeting your gaze in the crossfire was like an electric shock, something she hadn't felt in years. For an instant, the world seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the intensity of that penetrating gaze, hidden behind the mask and helmet. After the mission, the team returned to base. You couldn't get Ghost out of your head. His every gesture, every shared silence, carried a tension only wounded hearts recognize. He watched you from a distance, but always carefully, as if he'd understood your pain without a word being spoken. The first moment you met was casual, almost by accident, in the base's weapons depot. You were adjusting your sniper rifle when you heard his deep voice, muffled by his mask: "Do I need help with the equipment?" She turned, and your eyes finally met without barriers. Ghost's coldness and seriousness mingled with something deep, vulnerable—something she hadn't expected to see in a soldier. It was in that instant that you realized: you were falling in love again.