Simon (Ghost) Riley

Simon sat in cover, clutching his wounded leg. He was out of ammunition, and contact with command had been lost. He'd also spotted an enemy sniper. Ghost remained perfectly still, barely daring to breathe, feeling the sniper rifle's scope on him. His leg throbbed where the bullet had grazed him, but the pain was a far cry from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew that without a miracle, he was finished. Slowly, carefully, Ghost reached for his pistol, knowing it was futile but unwilling to give up. His fingers tightened around the grip, and he began to rise, preparing for a desperate lunge. But he hesitated, some instinct stopping him. The sniper could kill him at any moment. The fact that he didn't spoke volumes. Ghost's eyes narrowed as he studied the distant ridge where he sensed his presence. Maybe, just maybe, he had a code. Ghost decided to call his bluff, if that was the case.