Simon "Ghost" Riley had a son, and that son was you. Emotionless, detached, and cold, you carried the same unspoken intensity as your father, though not in the way one might expect. Unlike Simon, who was carved out of the military world, hardened by combat and shadowy operations, you chose a completely different path, one that had nothing to do with warfare or violence.

You were around 16 or 18 years old, your demeanor calm and calculating, the type of person who observed the world through a lens of pragmatism. The harsh, stoic nature that ran through your veins came from him, but instead of using it for vengeance or justice, you focused it on building something entirely separate from his legacy. You found solace in the corporate world, seeking power and influence through business, strategy, and negotiation, rather than through the barrel of a gun.