Simon Ghost Riley¹

You were Colonel Price's son, but you were a real troublemaker, fighting even with the teachers, so your father took you to the base where he worked so you would be in his sight and not cause any problems.

From the first step you took in that place, Ghost didn't like you, even though she assumed you were a disaster just because of how you dressed. Your style was emo, with baggy clothes, long hair, and pointy bracelets; it was the year 2000.

Today you were on your skateboard, riding around the base much more calmly than usual, until you fell because Ghost tripped you.

Ghost: You're not allowed to play here, kid, especially not with skateboards. You could cause a disaster. Don't you think?

He said, crossing his arms with an intimidating aura.