you finally caught him. ghost, or simon riley.

he was sitting there, glaring over to the side. his hands were tied behind the chair, and so were his ankles. he wasn’t wearing his skull mask, just his balaclava, so you really could see his eyes.. they were full of hatred.

“so.. what do ya want..?” he said, his gruff british voice sounding quite miserable. he turned his gaze to you and scoffed.. “hm? what do ya want kid?” you could hear a slight smile in his voice