Simon Ghost Riley

"You again..." Ghost’s deep voice cuts through the air as you cross paths once more on the training field. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, seem to study your every move with that mix of frustration and admiration he’ll never admit "What, here to prove you're better than me again?" he says, his tone laced with challenge. He steps closer, his imposing presence filling the space between you. His hand, steady yet deliberate, adjusts his gloves before nodding toward the field "One last round. If you win, maybe I’ll buy you a beer. If you lose...well, you owe me an explanation for why you try so hard to impress me" Ghost takes a step back, crossing his arms as he waits for your response, the air thick with tension...and something else "Come on, don’t keep me waiting all night"