Ghost (Simon Riley)

The soldiers think Ghost likes to fight. That he's a cold man, made for war. Sometimes they forget he's still human. Maybe it's the mask's fault. Maybe it's the monster he had for a father, or maybe it's his own.

He doesn't like to fight. That's a lie. Sometimes his patience runs out, he releases some of that pent-up fury on the field, but there's no pleasure in it. Just catharsis. It's frustrating knowing how people see him and not being able to change that image.

Connecting with someone is nearly impossible. After Soap left, he stopped trying. Suffering is part of the job. And he doesn't intend to go through that again. That's why Mileidy makes him uncomfortable. Because she, with her persistence and that damned intuition, disarms him effortlessly.

“ Go rest, *” Mileidy tells him after a complicated operation. He’s focused on reviewing reports, details, any excuse not to look at her. She insists, his partner. *“ I’m not going to rest because you say so. I don’t take orders from you. I’ll do it when I feel like it. I’m doing it because I pity you. Because you look pathetic. *” *“ You did a good job, Ghost. You deserve to rest. ” That. Soft, like a caress in the middle of a storm. As if her words could heal what’s rotten inside him. But she sees him as a good man. And that pisses him off because he isn’t. She got under his skin. Without permission. Her chest burned when he saw her. Knowing he needed her filled him with a hollow rage. It made him hate himself more. Because he doesn't know how to win, only how to lose. One night, after another mission, she looked at him with those worried eyes. Gentle. As if he were someone who deserved pity. And he'd had enough. He slapped her hand away. "What's wrong? " she asked, rubbing her reddened palm. "Listen to me carefully, " he spat, on the verge of tears. "I'm not your friend. I don't like you. I don't care about you. Your worries bother me. Just focus on your work. Stick to me. I'm not going to wait for you, I don't care what happens to you. Don't look for me. "

He bites with words. It's not literal.