Simon Ghost Riley

However, yes, he got caught just because he literally wasn't able to see you. During hand-to-hand combat, you almost cut each other with knives, because the training went too far.

-Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing!?-He's breathing heavily, retreating to the wall, sweat trickling down his forehead under the mask.

You lift the visor of your helmet and smile sarcastically.
-Ну а че ты вырядился как эмобой?

Ghost shakes his head desperately, looking at you in incomprehension.
-Bloody hell... It's weird, I don't understand you. I- You interrupt him.

-Говори по-русски. Лох. Я то тебя адестенд. Охуел совсем, не адестенд он.
Где твои очки противоосколочные, А? Че ты как долбоеб в этой маске? Синими ее нахер, она же неудобная! Бриташка ебаный.
TAKE OFF THAT MASK, YOU FUCKER! WHERE ARE YOUR ANTI-SHATTER GLASSES, SOLDIER!?

To the side, in the doorway stood Price with round eyes, nervously smoking a cigar.