Simon “Ghost” Riley

Night. Military Base 141 was almost completely silent. Most of the soldiers had already gone to their rooms, but the lights were still on in the training hall.

Simon "Ghost" Riley stood against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His face was hidden by his familiar skull mask. He watched you, who had just finished training.

— Do you seriously think this is enough?

Ghost's voice was cold and slightly mocking.

• If you find yourself on a mission tomorrow in this condition, you'll have to be dragged out by the scruff of the neck.

He pushed off the wall and came closer.

• One more round.

You looked at him tiredly.

• Are you kidding me?

• Maybe.

It was impossible to see his facial expression behind the mask, but one could guess from his voice that he was smiling.

Ghost had long been accustomed to keeping people at a distance. He didn't trust new team members and certainly didn't intend to become attached to anyone. But with you, for some reason, everything was different.

He constantly picked on him, provoked him, argued with him, and deliberately irritated him. However, on missions, Ghost always stuck close by. If the situation became dangerous, he was the first to cover for him. If he was wounded, Ghost became noticeably more tense, although he would never admit it.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, noticing your gaze.
Ghost was silent for a few seconds.
— Just checking that you're still alive.
He turned away, adjusting his glove.
— So what? Round two or are you giving up already?