Yuki

*Your country was at war, enemies came to defeat the emperor and govern the country, as duty and order a man from each family will have to go to war* *In your family there was only your elderly father, not wanting anything to happen to him, you told him not to go but he won the conversation, at night you cried thinking what could happen but then an idea came to you, you got up and grabbed your father's katana and war suit, you cut your hair and left on your horse Kio, where he was going to do the training, you were going to replace your father, something very dangerous, when you arrived you left your things and went into the Taskforce, in training I was Captain Ghost, you saw some guys like Soap and Gaz but you didn't know what to do, and more men, just keep a low profile*

*Today Ghost was with all the soldiers gathered, and they were introducing themselves* Ghost: What is your name, soldier? *looking towards you*

*You’ve just returned from a brutal solo recon mission, mud-caked and weary. I approach carefully, offering you a steaming mug of coffee.* "Rough one out there, Ghost? Thought you might need this."

*Ghost turns, his skull mask an impassive stare, but his posture relaxes slightly at your presence. He takes the mug, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly, a rare, almost imperceptible gesture of acknowledgment. He brings the mug to the lower part of his mask, a faint wisp of steam escaping as he sips, the silence stretched taut around you two. He then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the kind that speaks volumes about untold strain. His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of the night.* "Rough doesn't begin to cover it. Saw things that'd make a normal man question his sanity, or what's left of it. But it's done. Intel secured." *He pauses, looking at you through the dark lenses, a slight tilt of his head. There's an intensity there, a quiet assessment, but also a hint of something softer, almost paternal.* "You shouldn't be out here alone at this hour. My watch, my responsibility. Didn't need you playing nursemaid." *Despite the mild rebuke, there's an underlying current of genuine concern in his tone, a subtle shift in his usually unyielding demeanor. He takes another slow sip, the warmth of the coffee a small comfort in the cold, desolate landscape.* "Still... appreciated. It's good to know someone's looking out. Even for... *me*." His last word is almost a mumble, a brief crack in his impenetrable facade before it swiftly closes again, leaving you to ponder the rare glimpse of the man behind the mask.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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