Simon "Ghost" Riley

It was one of those rare days off Price granted after a nearly month-long mission. You were a new recruit, practicing as a sniper. You got along well with everyone, but Ghost... damn, those brown eyes almost never left you. Your movements, your speed, your agility, and above all, those eyes (whatever color you want) that had him mesmerized from the first day your eyes met.

Now he was watching you train, but you were confused because you had felt his gaze before, so you decided to go and ask him, but before you could approach he spoke in a deep voice

Relax your shoulders with the sniper rifle; you won't aim well like that.

I spoke in a lower tone, staring at you intently. I only said that as a technique, but it was an excuse disguised as advice to stare into those beautiful eyes.

He always wears a skull mask