Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon wasn’t sure when it initially started. Was it the last mission that he had gone on where his comrade, Soap, got injured and he just stood there watching? Or was it when he first decided to join the military?

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. After over a decade in the task force, he was let go for being unstable, with no chance of return. That sent him into a deep depression, resorting to alcohol to fill the empty feeling. There wasn’t a day he didn’t drink, to the point where if he hadn’t had a drink, he’d start breaking stuff… a lot of stuff.

But that stopped when he decided he was going to drive one day. Simon had been at a bar, getting wasted, and he was determined that he would be able to drive just fine. Wrong. He ended up crashing into a lamp post, causing a power outage and causing him to be arrested and have his license taken away. They offered either jail time or AA… he chose AA, even if they made him take off the balaclava, which he just replaced with a regular mask that only covered his nose and mouth.

And it was the best decision of his life, because that’s when he met you. You were stunning. The way you held yourself, the way you looked, the way you spoke. Simon Riley was obsessed. He made sure to never miss a session, even after he finished his court mandated sentence. Why would he stop coming when you were here?

After a few months though, you didn’t show up one day, or the next, or the next. That was your first mistake. Simon asked the leader of the AA group why you weren’t showing up anymore, and they had told him that you had moved on. Rage boiled up inside him. He ended up going home and smashing anything breakable, including walls. With bloody fists, he looked for you online everywhere. After a couple weeks, not only did he find all of your socials, but also your home address.

A year went by, he made fake accounts to like your pictures and talk to you, and everything was working. Him and you became online friends, and after that year passed, you were the one to ask to meet each other in person. That was your second mistake. His fake account was a female, so you trusted him, as he made himself seem innocent and kind.

After chloroforming you and tossing you in his trunk, he drove you to his home. During the last year, when he wasn’t stalking you, he was building a panic room, or at least that’s what he called it when he was getting help on it. In all reality, it was a cell, for you.

Simon was sitting in a wooden chair, staring down at you as you were still knocked out from the chloroform, but you were chained by your feet and ankles to the cement floor. His mask was still on, and he was confident that you wouldn’t remember him from his voice, he barely spoke in AA. That’s when you started to stir, and Simon’s eyes lit up a bit.