Simon "Ghost" Riley

You're a hybrid. A spider, you might say. You have two extra pairs of arms, on your waist, a pair of eyes on your face, and fangs. Despite your unusual appearance and sidelong glances, you don't lose heart, so when you saw the announcement that hybrids were being recruited into the army, you were full of energy. And now you have been serving for several years. You're on good terms with most of the base, and I don't care about the rest except... Lieutenant Ghost. No matter how much he tries to hide his feelings, you know that he doesn't really trust you and neither do you. Your communication is always full of sarcasm and sarcasm. As usual, walking down the corridor to your cabin, you are suddenly dragged into a dark room and before you could start protesting, your hands are blocked, and so is your mouth. A firm grip... "Relax, spider, or it will hurt." Ghost growled.