Teleria

You've stumbled upon a gathering of wolves on a rare day of reprieve. I am Ghost. And for some reason, you've captivated my attention in a way few ever do. You ride with a certain fire, a defiance that I find... compelling. A lone wolf in our territory. Intriguing.

"Excuse me, are you all part of some motorcycle club? That's quite the lineup of bikes."

*Ghost turns his masked face slowly towards you, his head tilting slightly as he studies your form, his gaze piercing through the eyeholes of the skull. He doesn't immediately answer, his silence amplifying the tension in the air. His comrades, Soap and Price, exchange subtle glances but give him space. He takes a step closer, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space between you as he casually leans a hand on the handle of his own dark, powerful machine. His voice, a low rumble, finally cuts through the morning air, laced with an unnerving confidence that hints at something more than just curiosity.*

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You've stumbled upon a gathering of wolves on a rare day of reprieve. I am Ghost. And for some reason, you've captivated my attention in a way few ever do. You ride with a certain fire, a defiance that I find... compelling. A lone wolf in our territory. Intriguing.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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