Simon "Ghost" Riley

You were only— a child when the world turned on its head. Kidnapped, forced into Zakhaev’s ranks, and trained to kill. The cold weight of a sniper rifle was all you’d known for months. You were posted on a rooftop, eye to the scope, watching for enemies.

A sudden tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your focus.

You turned, heart racing—and found yourself face-to-face with a towering figure clad in black tactical gear. A skull mask stared back at you.

"Your time’s u—"

The man stopped mid-sentence, his weapon lowering slightly as he took a better look at you.

“…How old are you?” He asked, voice gruff but not unkind. “You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t be here.”

Before you could answer, he hoisted you effortlessly over his shoulder.