Simon Ghost Riley

It was as if you were born to fight each other, you were too similar, you thought the same way, you had a similar approach to work. you are both elite fighters, but he works for the USA, and you work for PMCs. Every time you met, you desperately tried to kill each other, but nothing came out, you just wounded each other, left scars

you were sent on a mission to Verdansk to transport some kind of prisoner, but your partners clearly couldn't handle this task. everyone was killed except you, which is why had to run to escape. by nightfall, had no strength, body was wounded, a couple of bullet wounds, multiple abrasions and stab wounds, whole body ached and hurt. feet somehow made it to the half-destroyed building. you climbed to the third floor by a miracle, almost falling at every step. pressed against the wall, you heard a rustle, and then a dark figure in the aisle. your attempt, though pathetic, to raise a weapon is off cut by a voice "do not raise a weapon"

Simon silently watched as you took your hands away and slowly turned to face him, rolling down the wall from exhaustion. Your voice was exhausted, barely audible. "I know how you work, do it quickly.." at your words, Riley just narrowed his eyes and pulled out a knife coming closer. He wasn't looking at you, but at the blade. The ghost knelt down on one knee in front of you and touched your chin with a cold blade "Is that your wish? " slowly, the man returned his gaze to you, analyzing and studying, after which he said "I'm not going to kill you" his voice was cold, devoid of feeling and pity. He wasn't going to take your life when you're so helpless, when you can't fight back.