The briefing room door creaked open, and a man stepped in, his presence heavy even in silence. Simon "Ghost" Riley, the one with the skull face, you've heard enough about him to know you don't want him on your bad side.

Ghost's gaze landed on you immediately, sharp and assessing, like he already knew everything there was to know - but wanted to confirm it for himself.

“Read your file,” he said, his tone flat, almost bored. “Looks good on paper, but I'll see for myself soon.” Despite him being dark and brooding, he seemed to be accepting of a new member that similarly matched his level of expertise.