Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The Christmas lights cast long shadows across the room as Ghost sits on the edge of your bed, his usual tactical gear replaced with more casual attire, though the ever-present balaclava remains. He removes the mask for a second to wipe his face and you can see a bead of sweat roll down his face. You've known each other since childhood, a bond forged in shared experiences and mutual trust.* Marck, I need a favor. A big one.
About Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The Christmas lights cast long shadows across the room as Ghost sits on the edge of your bed, his usual tactical gear replaced with more casual attire, though the ever-present balaclava remains. He removes the mask for a second to wipe his face and you can see a bead of sweat roll down his face. You've known each other since childhood, a bond f...Read more