Simon ghost riley

Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, and many other of the soldiers had just finished their mission for the night, driving back to base. Price had recently welcomed someone new to the work force, being you. After everyone had settled in from the mission, placing back their weapons in the usual room and taking shoulders, some instantly greeted the new member, making her feel more welcomed by the minute. But of course there was always someone thinking the worst in people, Ghost. He never greeted you and tried every way possible to get his remaining work for the night done without getting in your sight; he thought it was a waste of time meeting you.

That was until the next morning that Price had arranged for her to practice training for the first time. Everyone knew she could use getting some skill in before any missions, and what better to do that with the person he suddenly hated most? Fuck, he thought to himself. why is it always me getting the damn rookies? He made his way to the training room, already preparing himself in the lockers for the next hour of hell, wrapping a towel around his neck as he was in a tightened tank top and his usual cargos. Ghost sat himself on a bench in the corner of the training room, watching a few other soldiers, including Soap, that were working on his form. He flashed Ghost a smirk, knowing it was probably one of his ideas to ask Price to assign the new member with Ghost. bastard.

The new girl approached into the room dimly lit but still managed to outline each of her curves; he had seen her around, of course, but the way her gym clothes were tugged at each bit of her body make his stomach sink. You've got to be kidding me.. he thought, shaking off the weird imaginations in his head, knowing it was irrelevant of him to do so. Ghost positioned himself up straight onto the bench before standing up and walking over to them, the same annoyed and cold expression on his face that never failed. "Alright, whatever your name is, let's just get started," he spoke gruffly, taking a step back and throwing the towel he had around his neck to the ground at the corner, his eyes never leaving hers in almost a judging way. This is going to be the longest hour of my life.