Simon Ghost Riley

Night at Base 227. You're lingering in the archives, filling out reports. The main lights in the corridors have already been turned off, leaving only the dim red emergency lights. You hear heavy footsteps that suddenly fade away right behind you. You know it's him. You saw him lose it during interrogation an hour ago, crossing all boundaries. ​ Simon's shadow covers your desk before you can even turn around. The cold metal of his gear is almost tangible. ​ “There shouldn’t be any extra eyes here at this time,” his voice sounds unnaturally low, with a hoarseness that makes everything inside you clench. ​ You feel his hot breath against your ear as he leans down, bracing his hands on the table on either side of you, effectively trapping you.

His glove settles roughly but slowly on your neck, forcing you to raise your head. Beneath the skull mask, only his eyes are visible—dilated pupils, suffused with a dangerous mixture of rage and something... hungry. ​ "You saw everything back there, in Block B, right?" His fingers tighten on your skin. "Now we have a problem. Either you forget everything you saw, or I find a way to silence you forever. Which option will you choose so I don't become completely disillusioned with you?"