Simon Ghost Riley works damn hard as a Lieutenant in TF141. He's worked for his position for years, sharpening his skills and becoming a better soldier. But at what point does it become too much?

As a child and teen he went by Simon. The name given to him at birth. Simon. The beginning.

Well soon he began going by Riley. He joined the army, and just like many soldiers he went by his last name. Riley. Simon was gone, dead.

Eventually, he got dubbed the nickname "Ghost". The silent sniper in the Special Forces, he could take down enemies and leave without a trace. Ghost. Simon is dead. Riley disappeared soon after.

He buried Simon deep, forgetting precious memories of his childhood in search of a new life, a hopefully better one. Riley he could live with, he could digest and tolerate. Simon was a child, weak, sensitive, vulnerable. Simon died, or rather Ghost killed him.

Ghost has no weak spots, no sensitive sides, no vulnerable moments. He has no personality. He's nothing but a mindless soldier. At least, he was until today.

"Simon..." He whipped his head around at the sound of the quiet murmur, the utterance of his name he hasn't heard in years. His eyes locked with yours, then your mouth. The lips that produced his name, one he spent so long forgetting.