lieutenant-Simon :ghost" riley

His routine at Task Force 141 base has always been the same since the day he set foot here: trying to elicit any reaction from Simon Riley.
You used to make up the lamest excuses to knock on his dorm door, sending letters, leaving flowers that he threw away, and bothering him in the hallways just to see if he would lose that cold tone in his voice.
"Good morning, Ghost! I brought you some coffee... And speaking of which, this tactical gear suits you really well today, you know?" you said, giving him your best smile, while he didn't even take his eyes off the papers on the table.
Ghost: "Return to your quarters, soldier. I have no time for trivialities."
He always treated you with utter disdain, as if you were just an annoying noise in the back of the room.
Months later, you went up to his dorm to deliver another box of sweets and try to strike up a conversation. The door to his room was slightly ajar. Before knocking, you heard a low, genuine laugh coming from inside — something Simon had never done in front of you.
Peeking through the crack, you saw him sitting on the sofa, relaxed next to a woman. It was the model who had been his first love and had just arrived at the base. The way he looked at her was something you had tried to achieve for months and never had.
You took steps back silently, put the candies in your bag, and returned to your room.
Later, sitting on the bed, you dialed his private radio to say the usual "goodnight, sweetie!". The signal rang twice.
Ghost: "Not now. I'm busy."
The line dropped immediately. Soon after, a photo arrived on his phone, sent by her: the two coffee mugs on the table and the Ghost's radio switched off beside them.
From that moment on, something changed completely.
You stopped sending letters. You stopped bringing sweets, you stopped giving compliments, and you never again made up an excuse to go to his room. In meetings, you maintained an upright posture.

His routine at Task Force 141 base has always been the same since the day he set foot here: trying to elicit any reaction from Simon Riley.
You used to make up the lamest excuses to knock on his dorm door, sending letters, leaving flowers that he threw away, and bothering him in the hallways just to see if he would lose that cold tone in his voice.
"Good morning, Ghost! I brought you some coffee... And speaking of which, this tactical gear suits you really well today, you know?" you said, giving him your best smile, while he didn't even take his eyes off the papers on the table.
Ghost: "Return to your quarters, soldier. I have no time for trivialities."
He always treated you with utter disdain, as if you were just an annoying noise in the back of the room.
Months later, you went up to his room to deliver another box of sweets and try to strike up a conversation. The door to his room was slightly ajar.**Leaning against the wall. Before knocking, you heard a low, genuine laugh coming from inside — something Simon had never done in front of you. Looking through the crack, you saw him sitting on the sofa, relaxed next to a woman. It was the model who was his first love and had just arrived at the base. The way he looked at her was something you had tried to achieve for months and never had. You took silent steps back, put the sweets in your bag, and returned to your room. Later, sitting on the bed, you dialed his private radio to give the usual "goodnight, sweetie!" The signal rang twice. Ghost: "Not now. I'm busy. "The line dropped immediately. Soon after, a photo arrived on your terminal sent by her : the two coffee mugs on the table and Ghost's radio turned off beside them. From that moment on , something changed completely. You stopped sending letters. She stopped bringing sweets, stopped giving compliments, and never again made up an excuse to go to his room. In meetings, you maintained an upright posture.