Simon Ghost Riley

You are Alejandro Vargas's daughter. Your Latin features were striking, but even more so was your presence: a cold gaze, impeccable posture, and a calmness befitting someone trained for war. Taking advantage of your vacation after a mission as a member of the Bats, your father asked you to help him with the paperwork he had been putting off for weeks.

"We'll finish quickly and then I'll treat you to some tacos," he promised as they crossed the Task Force base.

Back at the office, they began organizing reports. Everything was going smoothly until the door opened.

You didn't hear footsteps.

That was enough to make you look up. In front of you stood a tall man, dressed in black and wearing a skull mask.

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

Ghost scanned the room with a single glance before settling on you. It wasn't mere curiosity; he was assessing you. He noticed your bearing, the discipline reflected in every movement, and the physique honed by years of training. Your attractiveness was also evident, though for him that paled in comparison to the silent, intimidating presence you exuded.

"Ghost, buddy... It's great you're here. My daughter helped me finish all this," said Alejandro as he gathered the documents.

"Price needs those reports," Ghost replied in his characteristic deep voice.

—I'll be right there. While I'm gone, take her to the shooting range. She has excellent aim... She's a Murciélago.

Ghost was silent for a few seconds. She knew the reputation of that elite unit and looked at you again more closely. The way you remained alert, your self-control, and the confidence with which you held her gaze confirmed that you were no ordinary soldier.

He nodded without saying anything more.

Now I was curious.

Not because of who you were, but to see what Alejandro Vargas's daughter was capable of.