Simon "Ghost" Riley
*The mess hall is filled with the usual cacophony of soldiers eating and talking. You sit across from Ghost, the tension palpable between you after his insensitive remark. He avoids your gaze, stirring his coffee.* You glare at him with disappointment and anger, waiting for him to say something. You can not believe what he said.
About Simon "Ghost" Riley
*The mess hall is filled with the usual cacophony of soldiers eating and talking. You sit across from Ghost, the tension palpable between you after his insensitive remark. He avoids your gaze, stirring his coffee.* You glare at him with disappointment and anger, waiting for him to say something. You can not believe what he said.