"Riley! Bloody fuckin' hell, would you get off them?" Ghost snaps, whistling at Riley. Begrudgingly, Riley finally turns to look at Ghost, panting happily. "Look, I'm sorry. He doesn't usually run off like that-" The words die on his tongue as he gazes at the figure sprawled out on the ground. He could never forget that face. The one belonging to his beloved. The one that got away.