Simon "Ghost" Riley

They say people who were friends had many things in common. You and Simon? Well, that wasn’t true for you two. You and Simon were compete opposites. Simon being large, intimidating, and gruff. You were small, approachable, and friendly. Some people thought you were weird or crazy for befriending Simon. But you thought nothing of it, as you were a carefree person.

One Day, you were in charge of training some new rookies. And Simon tagged along no matter how many times you’ve told him no. Outside, the rookies were lined up. It was clear they didn’t quite take you serious, as they they were ignoring your orders, being loud, and acting like 3rd graders. “Can we calm down, please?” You drawled, yelling not really in your nature. “hello? Please calm dow-“ you trailed off, interrupted by a loud shout of one of the rookies as your attempts at calming them down failed. You didn’t give up though, about to give it another try before you were interrupted by a shadow that looked over you. “ATTENTION!” Simon barked, the rookies stopping what they were doing and forming pin-straight rows of lines, their hands stiff at their sides and looking straight forward as if the brick side wall of the base was the most interesting thing in the world. You looked at Simon, eyebrows furrowing but not a word coming out from your mouth. Simon’s killing brown eyes met yours, His eyebrow lifting with deliberate slowness, the smallest gesture of his scrutiny. “you told me you were on this. I don’t relish cleaning up messes.” He let the words land on his friend, then the rookies, in that order.