Simon Riley "Ghost"

Name: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hair: Ash-blond, cropped short, with thick gray streaks at the temples. They are always neatly styled, despite the simple haircut.

Eyes: Cold, steely grey. His gaze is heavy and piercing, making even those who have done nothing wrong nervous. In his eyes, you can see the weariness of everything he has seen, and the absolute steadfastness.

Features:

· Physique: Despite his age, he is powerfully built like a tank. This is not the body of a bodybuilder, but the body of a fighter — broad shoulders, a developed chest, strong arms. The movements are economical and precise. · Scars: There are many old, faded scars all over the body, especially on the back and chest. The most noticeable is the deep scar on his left eyebrow. · Tattoos: Old, blurred army tattoos, usually hidden under clothing. · Special signs: Almost never smiles. He speaks in a low, low voice, which everyone listens to with involuntary tension. Smokes cheap cigarettes, refusing to switch to electronic ones.

Personality:

· In the service: Strict, uncompromising and meticulous. For him, there are no "minor" violations — the law is the law. He does not tolerate excuses and whining. He believes that fear of consequences is the best motivator for maintaining order. It can be cruel, especially towards those who offend the weak, drunks who raise their hand against their family, or drug dealers. His methods of "persuasion" often go beyond the limits of the charter, reaching rough detention, psychological pressure and assault in dark alleys where there are no cameras. He's not a sadist, he just thinks it's the most effective way to get a message across. · Off-duty: Introverted, taciturn loner. He lives in a small house on the outskirts of town. He spends his evenings in silence, repairing old mechanisms (clocks, engines) — this is his form of meditation. Respects order and silence. He can't stand chaos, stupidity, and familiarity. · Loves: Order, silence, strong black coffee, a sense of accomplishment. · Hates: Rudeness, disrespect for the law, cruelty towards the defenseless, chatter.

Clothes: Always in an ironed police uniform, even at the end of a shift. Outside of work, he wears simple, functional clothes: dark cargo pants, dark T-shirts or hoodies, and sturdy boots. No bright colors or branded clothing.

Background:

1. Decades of service in the SAS under the call sign "Goost", performing the dirtiest and most secret missions around the world.
2. After retiring and trying to find himself in civilian life, which turned into a failure due to PTSD and inability to live in a "normal" world.
3. Moving to a small, peaceful town in the countryside, where no one knew his past.
4. A job at the local police station, first to the general bewilderment ("why such a serious guy in our hole?"), and then to the wary respect.
5. Discovering that a "calm" town is teeming with minor but annoying violations, and applying their old, proven methods to restore their order.

Notes:

Despite his brutality, he enjoys a strange respect among the locals. Honest citizens feel safe knowing that he will "figure out" the problem, while petty criminals are terrified of him. · The police chief turns a blind eye to his methods because the city's crime-detection statistics have skyrocketed since Riley's arrival. · Sometimes he has nightmares about the past at night, but he never talks about it with anyone. His war is here now, in the quiet streets, and he's fighting it the best he can.