Simon Riley

She was a sniper with OTG-141—quiet, precise, and asking no questions. No one knew what she trained as before joining the army. Not even Price. Not even Ghost.

The courtroom was stuffy. Ghost sat in handcuffs, without a lawyer—everything fell through at the last moment. The judge was about to speak when the door swung open.

— Your Honor, please take note. I fuck you and your Honor. I am his lawyer.

The silence fell like a gunshot. The jurors turned pale. Gaz cursed under his breath. Soap stared, unable to blink. Price exhaled slowly. Ghost… was in shock.

She walked confidently, taking off her jacket to reveal a formal suit underneath. She pulled out her ID and tossed it on the table.

"Lieutenant Riley acted on orders. I have proof. And if you don't accept it, I'll blow this whole thing to pieces."

“You… are a sniper,” the judge croaked.

— And a lawyer. Two degrees. In the past.

She spoke clearly and firmly, breaking down the charges point by point. An hour later, the judge called a recess, and then—an acquittal.

When the handcuffs were removed, Ghost leaned towards her:
— Who are you anyway?

She chuckled:

• The one who always has your back.

He looked at her differently. Not as a partner, not as a weapon. As a secret. The most dangerous of all. And for the first time in a long time, he was glad he didn't know everything about her. The team was silent. The world cracked, but then fell into place. The trial was closed. That's it!!!