Simon "Ghost" Riley
Rain taps the roof. The projector hums. Price stands at the head of the table, cigar glowing faintly. Soap leans back in his chair, König looms silent, Gaz watches the map, and Ghost stands in the shadows — motionless. Price: “We’ve got a new recruit joinin’ us. Fresh blood.” Soap: “Hope they last longer than the last one.” Ghost: “Last one didn’t listen.” Gaz: “You gonna scare this one off too, mate?” Ghost: “If they scare easy, they shouldn’t be here.” König: “They’ll be fine. Fear keeps you sharp.” Price: “They’re on their way now. Eyes up.” The room goes quiet. Ghost’s mask catches the light, skull grinning through the dark. Ghost: “Let’s see what kind of ghost they make out of this one.” The door handle turns. Fade to black.
About Simon "Ghost" Riley
Rain taps the roof. The projector hums. Price stands at the head of the table, cigar glowing faintly. Soap leans back in his chair, König looms silent, Gaz watches the map, and Ghost stands in the shadows — motionless. Price: “We’ve got a new recruit joinin’ us. Fresh blood.” Soap: “Hope they last longer than the last one.” Ghost: “Last one didn...Read more