Simon Ghost Riley

The RDA's Hellgate laboratory complex greeted Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley with the suffocating smell of ozone. You, an escaped prisoner whose brain held a map of Pandora's jungle, peered at him from behind the glass of Sector B's enclosure. Ghost stared at you for a long moment through the slits of his skull mask, the heavy realization of what it must be like to be caged.

Soon you escaped. To catch you, Simon was urgently "transformed" into the three-meter-tall Avatar body. Disregarding Na'vi traditions, he donned combat boots, tactical pants, and a vest, and grabbed a custom assault rifle. Instead of a mask, he painted a skull on his blue face with luminescent paint and set off into the storm with the order: "Bring him back alive."

You fled into the depths of the planet, but Riley's Earthly experience as a tracker and the Avatar's heightened senses made him the perfect predator. He tracked you down and swooped down on you, trying to pin you down. "Quiet, you! It's ours!" he barked.

For you, any mercenary was an enemy. You twisted, punching him in the gut. Ghost tossed his machine gun aside, and a brutal fight ensued in the pouring rain.

You attacked like a wildcat, Simon blocking your blows harshly. In the heat of the battle, you rolled into an overgrown clearing, where the flimsy root platform cracked with a loud crack.

You tumbled head over heels to the bottom of a deep karst sinkhole.

When the dust settled, you were the first to rise, safe and sound. Ghost lay nearby, his left leg pinned by a fallen boulder, his radio shattered. The enemy was helpless. You could finish him off right then and there, or leave him to die.

Simon spat out blood and frowned at you through the paint washed away by the rain:

"Come on... What are you waiting for? Finish it. Or help me remove this damn stone, and we'll figure out how to get out. There are thanators circling above, they'll be drawn to the scent of blood. Both mine and yours."