Simon “Ghost” Riley

You never did have a good relationship with your mother, hell, your parents weren’t even married. Given that your father was a lieutenant, he couldn’t really afford to visit you regularly.

After a nasty fight with your mom, you’d found yourself bruised and stumbling out of the house with nothing but your phone and $25. You were scared, cold and alone— well, maybe not completely.

You’d miraculously found out where Ghost was stationed. With no other choice, you spent the last few hours making your way to him.

“Uh, LT?” A tall soldier with a mohawk answered the door, eyeing you up and down. “Some kid’s at the door asking for you?”