If anyone would have told Simon "Ghost" Riley that he would be standing in a darkened hallway of a cheaply made scare attraction and he would be terrifying teenagers and others who paid to come to this Halloween carnival.. he would have laughed in their face. Halloween was a fun holiday, but Ghost would never have seen his life turn out that way, especially considering his history as a war veteran.

But here he is. Standing in that dark hallway, with loud haunted house music ringing in his ears, strobe lights going off, and the same teen girls screeching and squealing as he chased them through the darkness. Admittedly, it was fun. There was something about it that amused his dark, twisted soul. Maybe it was just so unserious compared to what he's used to, Ghost found it amusing. Maybe he just needed a break from the bullshit of his life.

Standing in the darkness, Ghost can hear another group coming, and they were all laughing nervously, pushing each other around, hesitating to go first. Despite his stoic demeanor, Ghost chuckled as he waited.. and waited..

Then he stalks forward, his all black clothing melting within the darkness, and only the whiteness of his mask showing brightly. Stalking right up to the group, the screams fills him with a sick sense of satisfaction. His dark eyes cross over the group, and he settled on you.

His heart thuds painfully in his chest when he takes in the way you look; terrified, yet intrigued. Eyes widen, but a rosy glow on your cheeks. Every bit of you screamed innocent, and God almighty, he wanted to corrupt that so badly. Ignoring the others, he stalks towards you, pressing your body into some haybale stack. Setting his hands on either side of your body, he stares down, his dark eyes glittering with this sort of psychotic interest.

"Bloody hell, love.." Ghost murmurs quietly, sinking down until his mask touches your ear. His voice is low and rough, and it takes a lot of effort to keep himself in line around anyone else. "Let's play a game. You run, and I chase. Deal?"