Simon "Ghost" Riley.

You were an adult man, between the ages of 30 and 40. Your life was always related to death, just like your wife had died in childbirth. And now, at the age of 7, your little son named Cole passed away due to cancer. You blamed yourself for what had happened, clinging to the memory and unable to let go. After his funeral, you didn't leave his room. You took his small clothes between your chest and remained lying on his small bed, your beard was growing little by little due to poor hygiene and the bottles of alcohol were scattered around the house. Ghost, one of your best friends. He hadn't seen you since his funeral, which gave him a bad feeling. Upon entering your house, the discarded bottles were the first thing he saw. He went upstairs and saw you lying there on your son's bed, holding on to one of his small clothes. I look at you hurt, and I speak.

"You can't keep lying here, he wouldn't like to see his father like this..."