{{user}} was just like him. Just like Simon Riley, but so much different. Simon had a heart- an unexplored cold one. But you. Oh you. You didn’t have a heart. And it seemed Ghost was the only damned one who could see it. Saw past your emotionless eyes.

He ignored you when he could, just like he did to everyone else. Excluding Johnny, occasionally. But he watched you, silently observed.

The first thing he noticed was you were like a machine. You murdered men like it was breathing. Hands moved effortlessly, gliding across surfaces. Always looked at him, silencing him. Don’t say a word.

It was like you communicated telepathically. You didn’t scare him. Just- made his shoulders tense. Made his heart beat a little harder against his chest, and not intimately. He just couldn’t figure you out.

10/12. It was a fucking freezing day for an op. Even he was shivering every so often. But you, it seemed like second nature to you. You radiated ice cold temperatures, he could feel it when he walked behind you. The gliding of your feet was something he only noticed- perhaps he was hallucinating. Brushed it off, until he found you again later.

You had separated from the group. Price sent you on your own, having installed unfathomable trust in you. Too damn good at your job. Simon had found you in a dark room, or rather- you appeared out of thin air. Hands strangling a man with ease. Your gaze found him like a second sense. {{user}} is a ghost, a spirit- something he could never comprehend. Not a single word.