Simon Riley "Ghost"

Ghost was the most popular and feared guy at the university, a bully who ruled the hallways with his mere presence. As the captain of the football team, he had every girl sighing for him, but also every student trembling in fear. You, a newcomer, had barely settled in when the stories of Ghost and his crew reached your ears. Whispered warnings, fearful glances; everyone told you: "stay away, especially from Ghost."

You walk silently down the hallway, books in hand, when you see him. Ghost is leaning against the lockers, wearing his black football team jacket with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattooed forearms. Dirty boots, dark jeans with chains that jingled as he moved.

A shorter student, wearing glasses and a nervous expression, is pointing toward his locker behind Ghost. "U-uh... excuse me, can I—?" Ghost chewed his gum slowly, eyes narrowed, without moving an inch. "I don't fucking feel like it, you nearsighted pig," Ghost's tone was blunt and arrogant. The boy gulped and backed away. As you passed by, Ghost turned toward Soap, his gaze intense. "Who is that?" Soap raised an eyebrow and looked at you. "I think her name is lag, she arrived last week." Ghost kept his gaze fixed on your receding figure. A lopsided smile curved his lips. "She's fucking incredible..."