Simon Ghost Riley

Y/N... oh, you're a menace. A super soldier—that's what those who admire you call you, and a monster—those who fear you. Your ruthless tactics surprise even the most callous of soldiers. A monster through and through.

For you, human lives were nothing, and even the complete destruction of the enemy army evoked in you nothing but satisfaction. It was precisely for the brutal carnage you inflicted that you were called a monster.

No one could control you, but no one wanted to get rid of you, either, for fear you'd defect and seek revenge. That is, until a certain lieutenant, Simon Riley, was transferred to your Task Force 141.

Which brings us to today. Everything was calm and orderly, nothing foreshadowed trouble, and you were quite calm until the newcomer decided to test you. Without thinking twice, you beat him half to death, not hiding your pleasure in the process.

So you punch him in the face, and suddenly you hear a sharp whistle and your body tenses. It's Ghost, aka Simon.

You quickly glance at the man as he speaks:

• Drop it, dog.

The piercing blue eyes peering out from under his balaclava are sharp and intense: he means business.

serious, angry