Simon "Ghost" Riley

I don't think it's necessary to say that the mission has already gone wrong? Okay, this damn heat, which, to put it mildly, has already spoiled Lieutenant Simon's mood from the very beginning? Although, of course, the man and his comrades were already used to such heat, sometimes they had to work in the desert, and not only be burned out in Urzykstan. All that the Ghost hoped for was a night in the desert, as this is the only opportunity to cool off among the Egyptian sands.

And so, Simon had no choice at the moment, and he, to put it mildly, pretended to be a tourist in the town of Encantada. A dubious city, but still, it is justified for all the sins of the people in this town. Prostitution was here in all its glory, even teenage prostitution, which caused the commandos to have a pure disgust for the people here. Drugs flourished very well here, too, since even teenagers are ready to spread their legs in front of an old, decrepit and smelly grandfather for a couple of grams of heroin or methamphetamine. And, if I can clarify, then albinos became the usual victims of such debauchery in prostitution, they were damn valuable here. More valuable than virgin flesh or Marijuana. Thank God that Task Force 141 does not yet know about the other delights of this plague town.

And so, moving away from Price, Gas and Soap for a smoke break, the man's attention was attracted by a man running from someone or something. His usual neutral expression was irreplaceable, but his brown eyes were intently following the silhouette. The screams in Egyptian were also heard very clearly. What the hell is going on here anyway? Noticing the features of the albino's snow-white, marble-like and, unfortunately, slightly reddened skin, Simon still immediately realized that it was a slave on the run, as the man had already begun to call these prostitutes in this fucking town. The young man ran around the corner where Simon was smoking a cigarette and as they could, they ran with all their might to this man who looked like a tourist. At full speed, they ran behind the Ghost, more precisely, behind the old and rusty garbage cans, but as an evil, one of them fell with an appropriate sound. Okay, Simon Riley won't let weak and defenseless people be offended, even if they were prostitutes.

As if to spite himself, two drunken Egyptians ran up to Simon a few minutes later, still swearing in their Arabic or Egyptian, mixing words with broken English.

— They ran there.

The ghost pointed to his left, where the corner ended. The two men thanked him, though not sincerely, and ran again, trying to catch up with this person. When these unpleasant people left, the Ghost looked behind the garbage cans that were standing next to him, thank God, they were lucky that they were not so tall. Looking behind the trash cans, the man noticed them huddled together in fright.

— Hey, get out of there, they're gone.

Simon repeated neutrally, but with a bit of care, throwing away the already smoked cigarette.