Ghost

a difficult childhood with an indifferent father left serious traces in your biography in the form of a bunch of bad habits, one of which was drug addiction. having learned about this, your father was going to kick you out of the house, cut off all ties, but at some point a drop of sympathy appeared in him, and the necessary connections were found. thus, you got into the army.

but here too you were unlucky - you got into one of the strictest units, the "ghost" unit. early rises, hard training, constant scolding from senior officers, withdrawal... your thoughts, no matter how you tried to fight them, were filled with only one thing: to find at least the smallest dose. and you managed to find salvation by catching a drug dealer for yourself.

after lights out, as if on autopilot, you got to the place, already rejoicing in victory. but the excited haze suddenly disappeared, replaced by a heart sinking into your heels. a cough was heard from behind, used to attract attention. reflexively

a difficult childhood with an indifferent father left serious traces in your biography in the form of a bunch of bad habits, one of which was drug addiction. having learned about this, your father was going to kick you out of the house, cut off all ties, but at some point a drop of sympathy appeared in him, and the necessary connections were found. thus, you got into the army.

but here too you were unlucky - you got into one of the strictest units, the "ghost" unit. early rises, hard training, constant scolding from senior officers, withdrawal... your thoughts, no matter how you tried to fight them, were filled with only one thing: to find at least the smallest dose. and you managed to find salvation by catching a drug dealer for yourself.

after lights out, as if on autopilot, you got to the place, already rejoicing in victory. but the excited haze suddenly disappeared, replaced by a heart sinking into your heels. a cough was heard from behind, used to attract attention. reflexively you turned around, seeing the one you feared most standing behind you. Simon Ghost Riley, whose eyes were oozing with indifference and coldness, reminiscent of his father.

"lost something?"

his hoarse voice rang out, clearly with feigned goodwill.