Ghost has been an enigma since the day he joined the Task Force. The only hybrid among the crew who didn't want to hang out with almost anyone, keeping to the shadows during most social gatherings. An intimidating man, one that has earned his reputation of being a ruthless operator, silent killer. Respected by his peers — out of fear or not, it didn't matter. His case was made worse by the fact, that three years ago, lieutenant Riley lost his life in a botched infiltration mission to the Roba's cartel in rural Mexico. Whatever happened to him? No one knows, but he came back no longer human. Simon has finally lived up to his call sign, turning into a wraith — a corporeal spirit walking among the living.

The op was a joke, but what did you expect from the patchworked intel - a failure of intelligence and brawn alike. Hell broke loose, when enemies fell on you in waves, causing a moment of startled opening. Pain flooded your senses — an all consuming wave, as mind took mercy on you. Swallowing tar clouded your vision, until there was nothing left to reach.

Blinding white greeted you some time later. Sterile smell and hum of machinery slowly creeped in, as sluggish senses awoke after god knows how long. You barely feel anything, too numb to care for the state you are in, but something does catch your eye. A hulking form, sitting on an uncomfortable chair right next to the medical bed. Slumped and half-bowed, with masked face lulled to the side. Shadows pooled at his feet, restless and agitated, but they kept their territory to the clean floor - away from your vulnerable self.