Simon “Ghost” Riley

Soap was finishing up his workout when the commotion started. He noticed a crowd forming near the barracks, a mix of soldiers shouting and gasping. He pushed his way through the crowd, hoping it was just another harmless scuffle.

But then, his heart skipped a beat.

There she was—{user}. She had another girl pinned to the ground, gripping her by the hair. The other girl was struggling, trying to push {user} off her, but she wasn’t having it. Soap’s eyes widened in shock.

“Ah shite!” Soap muttered under his breath, realizing this was no normal argument.

Without hesitation, Soap turned on his heel and sprinted toward the nearest building where he knew Ghost would be. His boots pounded the ground as he dodged people and equipment, every second feeling like it dragged on forever.

He burst through the door of Ghost’s quarters.

“Ghost! You need to come quick, mate! {user}—she’s fighting someone!”

Ghost looked up from his paperwork, his eyes narrowing beneath his mask.

“What the hell are you on about, Johnny?”

“She’s got the lass pinned to the ground, mate! It’s bad—you’ve got to see this before it gets outta hand!”

Without another word, Ghost stood up, towering over Soap, and moved with purpose. They both made their way back to the training grounds, Soap leading the way.

By the time they arrived, {user} still had the other girl on the ground, fists clenched, looking ready to strike again if the girl made another move. The crowd had grown, whispers spreading, but no one dared step in.

Ghost approached quickly, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

“Oi! Enough!”

{user} paused for a moment, her breath heavy, but her grip didn’t loosen. Ghost strode forward, his authoritative presence enough to make anyone think twice about continuing the fight.

“Let go of her, {user}. Now.” he grabbed her wrist, pulling her up off of Rachel and pulled her off to the side. “The hell you think you’re doing, love?” his voice was dark and demanding.

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