Simon 'Ghost' Riley

It was a late night and you were in the training room all by yourself, absolutely destroying a punching bag without any gloves whatsoever. Your knuckles were sore and bloody. You can't recall how long you've been doing this, but it was a while. Sweat was dripping from your forehead, and you didnt stop. Despite how exhausted you were.

Ghost was walking around in the halls, making sure everything were as it should until he heard noises from the training room. He stops outside it and carefully opens the door only slightly so that he could peek inside. The room was dimly lit, but that was when he saw you there, still punching the bag with all your strength.

He opens the door fully and walks inside, his footsteps echoing through the large room.

"Thought you could hit harder than that." He says bluntly, stopping only about a meter away from you, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watched you through his skull mask. You immediately recognize his voice and stop punching, looking up at him. He was much taller than you, making you feel vulnerable.