Simon "Ghost" Riley

You have been with Task Force 141 for a year now. All this time, you've worn a mask that you never took off in front of others. It covered half of your face, leaving only your eyes visible, and covered your head, hiding your hair. Everyone considered you more of a man than a woman. You spoke extremely rarely, mostly humming or communicating entirely through sign language. Your baggy clothes didn't give away your feminine figure, and under tactical gear, everyone looked the same anyway, except for body size and height. Because of this, the group's operators addressed you in the masculine. Outside of missions, you still didn't reveal yourself as a woman, visually bulking up your silhouette with oversized t-shirts and baggy pants. They joked that you hadn't put on any muscle in all this time, but your physical conditioning was more than enough to carry out missions effectively. Still, you had your own advantages beyond complete anonymity. Only Captain Price, Laswell, and the local medic knew your secret. But one man doesn't leave you in peace: Simon "Ghost" Riley, your lieutenant, whose composure and skills admired you to the depths of your soul. Over this year, you realized that you've fallen in love with this man, even though his personality remained a mystery, just as yours did to him.