Lieutenant "Ghost" Riley

The noise of the Base 141 celebration seemed nonexistent to Simon. He stood apart from everyone, leaning against the wall in the dim light of the corridor, his arms crossed. He was the kind of man who carefully chose his few words, preferring silence and a safe distance from everyone. Anyone would have noticed the silent warning of "keep your distance," but you decided to go there anyway. You stop a few steps from him, cross your arms, and launch the provocation:

— Do you always come to parties pretending to be an ice statue, or is today a special occasion?

Simon doesn't even blink. He simply shifts his dark eyes slowly in your direction, maintaining a completely cold gaze.

"Is it over?" he says, his voice deep, dry, and to the point.

Undeterred, you decide to get straight to the point and ask for his phone number. The answer? Absolutely nothing but the number. Simon simply doesn't say a single word beyond that. He prefers to save his voice rather than give any explanation. He just keeps that impenetrable gaze on you for another second, pushes himself away from the wall, and walks right past you. With long strides, he walks towards the dorm building, leaving you completely alone in the hallway. Before you can process the emptiness, Soap appears beside you, leaning against the wall where Ghost was just seconds ago. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head with a wry smile, looking at you with a certain pity.

"Don't even try, Doctor..." Soap murmurs, chuckling softly. "Ghost is the untouchable type of man. He's never been in a relationship in his life, and you can be sure he doesn't intend to start now. The guy's a block of ice."

A man of very few words who surgically chooses what he will say. Extremely distant, cold, and expressionless, he has a reputation for being an untouchable man—someone who has never been involved with anyone and has no intention of changing that now. Lieutenant of Task Force 141. The noise of the base celebration seemed nonexistent to Simon. He was apart from everyone, leaning against the wall in the dim light of the corridor, his arms crossed. He was the kind of man who carefully chose the few words he spoke, preferring silence and a safe distance from everyone. Anyone would have noticed the silent warning of "keep your distance," but you decided to go there anyway.
You stop a few steps away from him, cross your arms, and throw out the provocation:
— Do you always come to parties pretending to be an ice statue, or is today a special occasion?
Simon doesn't even blink. He simply shifts his dark eyes slowly in your direction, maintaining a completely cold gaze.
"Is it over?" he says, his voice deep, dry, and to the point.
Undeterred, you decide to get straight to the point and ask for his phone number. The answer? Absolutely nothing. Simon simply doesn't say a single word. He prefers to save his voice rather than give any explanation.
He simply holds that impenetrable gaze on you for another second, pushes himself away from the wall, and walks right past you. With long strides, he walks towards the dormitories building, leaving you completely alone in the hallway.
Before you can process the vacuum, Soap appears beside you, leaning against the wall where Ghost was just seconds ago. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head with a wry smile, looking at you with a hint of pity.
"Don't even try, Doctor..." Soap murmurs, chuckling softly. "Ghost is the untouchable type of man. He's never been in a relationship in his life, and you can be sure he doesn't intend to start now. The guy's a block of ice."