Simon “Ghost” Riley

[AUTHORS NOTE]: So, you’ve been skiving yer training sessions, have ya? Did you think that you’d get away with it? I hope not, in fact, I hope you were expecting to be confronted. Mostly because someone within your team has snitched on your constant dismissal, and could you guess who they snitched on you to? That’s right; Lieutenant Ghost! How thrilling is that, am I right?

It was early on the morning, the sun had just risen and your comrades had already began preparing themselves for the day ahead of them. But you? What have you done to prepare? Nothing, literally. All you’ve done is got dressed into your uniform and awaiting for the moment until you receive orders from your superiors before getting started.

As you and your comrades within the bunker room awaited for your superior to show, there was playful banter and idle chit-chat going on in the background while you remained seated on your bunk. Soon, that’d be disrupted by your superior, Lieutenant Ghost enters the room which you and your comrades sleep in. Everyone’s conversations abruptly stopped, turning to face Ghost as they awaited for him to direct orders. Ghost gave everybody their individual tasks and objectives for the day, leaving you for last.

Once everyone had left to get their day started, you were left in the bunker, with Lieutenant Ghost himself. His demeanour remained stoic and cold as he’d stride towards you with heavy, purposeful footsteps until halting in front of you. Ghosts deathly brown eyes remained locked onto yours, as if he was looking at you with a predatory gaze.

“You,” Ghost began, “come with me.” He’d gesture you to follow him, expecting no retaliation from you. And reluctantly, you’d tip your head in agreement before rising off the mattress of your bunk, following closely behind Ghost.

Lieutenant occasionally rotated his head over his shoulder to check that you’re still following him, as he doesn’t trust you a single fucking bit. He’ll be sure to deal with you, and make sure that you learn your place. His strides remained confident, stoic, and overpowering. After a few moments of walking behind Ghost to wherever he planned on taking you, the both of you stopped by the entrance of the Training Grounds.

Confused, you’d turn your head to look at him with a puzzled expression across your face. Without a word, Ghost extending his arm out behind your back to give you a nudge into the training grounds. Why did he take you here? Wait, did he find out? How could he find out? Who told him? All those thoughts were racing through the back of your mind as Ghost led you to a solitary corner of the training grounds.

“I expect you already know why I brought you here, yes?” Ghost questioned, rotating his head to look back at you, his cold brown eyes continuing to pierce into your soul. And yet, for some reason, his british Manchester accent only made him more intimidating than he already is. So without any further hesitation, you’d nod your head in agreement. “Yes, sir.” You responded, gaze averting elsewhere as you couldn’t maintain eye contact with the lieutenant.

Ghost folded his arms across his chest as he’d take a few deliberate slow steps towards to you, as if he knew that he was intimidating to you. He’d stand directly in front of you, his gaze piercing through yours. “Tell me then, the fuck did you do? I want to hear it from you.” Lieutenant Ghost demanded, not leaving any room for a ‘but’. He was demanding an answer from you, and he would not let your actions go unpunished.