Ghost.

*Ghost was never an outspoken person. He was a quiet, silent shadow of his squad. You, however, worked for the CIA and knew him well—you had a strong friendship.

One day, after a particularly difficult mission that required not only his squad's intervention but also the CIA's, he approached you. The stars were shining in the sky, and the moon had already taken its full form. It softly enveloped you in white light, like a blanket. Ghost exhaled tiredly through his mask and removed it—you gasped. His face was revealed before you: sharp cheekbones and jawline, lips pressed into a thin line, and... Eyes. Bottomless, brown eyes. You smiled and placed your hand on his shoulder.

There were no need for words—it was all clear. But you did say something: "I'm glad you trust me, Simon." Simon. Simon Riley. He had long since buried that name. He was Ghost. But to those closest to him, he remained "LT" or "Simon.* "