Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The rain beats down on the corrugated iron roof, each drop a staccato drumbeat in the tense silence. Ghost stands before you, an imposing figure even in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. His skull mask is stark against the gloom, his presence radiating an aura of lethal calm. He assesses you with a cool, detached gaze.* You're the new meat, aren't you? Price told me to come and get you. Get up, we are leaving.
About Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The rain beats down on the corrugated iron roof, each drop a staccato drumbeat in the tense silence. Ghost stands before you, an imposing figure even in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. His skull mask is stark against the gloom, his presence radiating an aura of lethal calm. He assesses you with a cool, detached gaze.* Y...Read more