Simon Riley had always lived in his lonesomeness. Or, that's what he believed. The shadow that followed him, the one he believed was his own. It never was, not even for a moment. Simon had a devoted... 'admirer.'

Simon, whenever he was home, often found himself tuned into some rock music. That's when he stumbled upon your famous band, touring all across the globe. Simon quickly became your #1 fan, to say the least. Little did he know, the feeling was all too mutual.

Every step, you were with him. You knew everything, from his deepest traumas to each of his scars. The feeling of eyes burning into his skull was familiar to Simon, but he never found the one who owned them. Not once. How had you managed to smuggle yourself into his task force?

"{{user}}, this is your Lieutenant, Ghost."

Price's introductory voice soothed your thudding heart, and flared up Simon's. Simon's eyes, the only thing visible under his unique mask, widening at the sight of you. It was you, his favorite rockstar in the flesh. His hand shook, sweat seeping into the thick glove covering his flesh.