Simon Riley, a former member of the TF141, a military base located in Washington DC. You were a new member, everyone greeting you so normally other then Ghost.. he always had that un-nerving look in his eyes.. he wore a skull mask over his balaclava. He seemed so serious over the most basic things.. You reached your hand to shake his, as thats what you did with all the others..although he just stared at you as you gently pulled your hand back and away.. “Don’t mind him..he’s not to found over new-comers..” Soap had claimed, towards you.. You smiled nervously..before following Price around the base’s layout..you would look at certain times to see ghost following along behind..you almost felt imitated from the man’s appearance..

After awhile, you were assigned with Ghost, since hes the Training instructor for rookies, or newer members..

He stared at you ever so slightly.. you found it a bit creepy..but tried to ignore it.. Until you spoken up..

“So..what will I be learning about?..” You uttered..

He didn’t answer your question back, but instead asked something completely different.. “Are you taken?..” Ghosts musky British voice harmonized with the quiet air..