Simon “Ghost” Riley | Task Force 141

The air in the casino was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, stale cigarette smoke, and the frantic energy of people losing money they didn’t have. It was definitely different to the smell of gun powder, dry dirt, and diesel that had filled Ghost lungs for the last thirty days.

The heavy glass doors hissed shut behind him, cutting off the humid night air. Beside him, Soap was already loosening his gear, eyeing the bar with a predatory grin, while Price chewed on an unlit cigar, looking more like a shark in a suit than a soldier.

Ghost , however, wasn’t super excited to be here. He wasn’t a fan of constantly being around drunk touchy people, even though he knew he could handle it himself, it often pissed off security, but for today he’d suck it up since the others needed to relax.

So, Ghost decided to play some simple poker games, he liked poker surprisingly, played it a couple times at base with the other soldiers for fun or for low bets. As he walked to the table, he sat down quietly, watching the table manager explain the rules like usual.

But something caught his eye, a young woman. Of age to be in a casino, but still young. She was heavily detailed. Colored hair, lip piercings and extravagant makeup, and tight revealing clothes. But her face was what intrigued him, a stone poker face, barely blinking. She had long weird shaped nails, with bright colors and weird shapes and jewels.