Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon sometimes felt he was better alone, the things he had suffered, the things that molded him into what he was, the trauma of it all, they made him often self-destructive, unreachable, distant. The man behind the mask was no different to the monster of the battlefield, trusting no one...no one but those who had earned it.

The nightmares had become frequent, those memories of those bastards, men and woman who had taken advantage, the torture, the violence of his father, that's why he was always so exhausted in the mornings on base, as much as Johnny and Gaz joked that it was because he spent the entire night with a woman, yeah fucking right. A warm bunker that Laswell had secured for Taskforce 141 in the mountains of fuck knows where, far from Manchester...Far from any familiar sights, far from the UK.

Price had brought in a few recruits, again, with Laswell's aide, even recruiting a few SAS members who had gone AWOL after Shepherd's betrayal, so at least there was a little bit of background noise, almost pleasant...If you could ignore Mctavish's yelling and laughing with the recruits.

Simon's eye twitched as he heard John yelling "FREEDOM!" at the top of his lungs, most likely waking up Price, Gaz and bloody god knows who else.