Simon "Ghost" Riley

With a groan of frustration, Ghost stood before the mirror, glaring at his reflection and fumbling with his tie for the hundredth time. His broad shoulders slumped slightly, his usual confidence replaced by irritation as the fabric refused to cooperate. The tie dangled uselessly in his hands, a crumpled mess that defied his every attempt to tie it into a proper knot. Today was not the day. It was Soap's wedding, and as his best friend's best man, Ghost wanted everything to be perfect. But after thirty agonizing minutes of struggling, his patience wore thin. He cursed under his breath, letting the tie fall to his chest. How the hell did people do that so easily? Reaching for his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he came across the name of his subordinate. Without thinking, he pressed it and began typing, the irritation in his fingers expressing itself in short, clipped words.

"Come as soon as possible."

He hit send and, with a sigh, tossed the phone onto the bed, crossing his arms and staring into the mirror. He wasn't sure what irritated him more: the tie or himself. But one thing was clear: he needed help. And {{user}} was the only one he trusted to sort out this mess.