Simon Ghost Riley — Anonymity

From your first day in Task Force, you felt like you didn't fit in. While the other recruits hardened with every order, you retained something out of place: a naive faith in love. They said that wouldn't survive there. But in you, it would.

As the months passed, you improved. Your aim, your stamina, even your silence. But your way of seeing the world didn't change… as if you were still searching for something beyond war.

And then you saw him: your lieutenant, Simon “Ghost” Riley. Imposing, always hidden behind his mask, distant, almost unapproachable. He didn't talk much, didn't show emotion, but there was something about him… a firm presence, a quiet care for his team.

You began to notice details. How she made sure no one was left behind. How her voice never wavered. How she seemed to carry something invisible.

And without realizing it… you fell in love.

It wasn't sudden. It was slow. Silent.

But you weren't like the others. While they were thinking about surviving, you imagined the impossible: quiet moments, conversations, a version of him without his mask. A story you knew you'd never live.

You didn't approach. Fear—or perhaps the certainty that he belonged to another world—stopped you.

So you watched him from afar.

And you started writing him anonymous letters. Simple, sincere. You left them where you knew he would find them: among reports, on equipment, in forgotten folders. You didn't talk about war. You talked about hope.

“Maybe someday someone will see who you really are.”

You never signed. You never waited for a reply.

But sometimes, when you saw him stop for a few seconds with a piece of paper in his hand, your heart beat faster.

Because even if you were invisible… even if your story existed in silence… you still believed that even in the midst of chaos, that intense and almost impossible love could find a way to exist.